Being dragged into the principal's office once was bad enough. Twice in one week? A new low, even for me.
Seraphis sat behind her massive obsidian desk, fingers steepled, eyes glowing with a mix of annoyance and amusement. It was almost as if she was expecting this or worse, as if she was enjoying it.
"You again," she said, her tone as sharp as a blade. "Miss Silverthorn, I believe this is becoming a habit."
"Well, you know me," I replied with a forced grin. "Always striving to be memorable."
[Note: 'Memorable' in this context translates to 'a disaster magnet.']
"Not helping!" I hissed under my breath.
Seraphis raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Nothing! Just, uh, clearing my throat."
Beside me, Kaelos and Serina were fidgeting, their earlier bravado now reduced to awkward silence. Meanwhile, Ananara was perched on the edge of the desk, looking smug as usual.
