Back to the Academy…
The sharp clang of the morning bell echoed across the academy grounds.
Class dismissed.
For half a second, there was silence—Then chaos. Chairs scraped loudly, boots stomped and voices exploded into laughter and rough teasing.
“Move, i***t!”
“You’re blocking the door!”
“Breakfast first, training later! Last one there washes the dishes!”
Boys poured out of the halls like floodwater.
Shoving, yelling and throwing arms over each other’s shoulders.
Some sprinted straight for the cafeteria like starving wolves. Typical men world of chaos, aways loud and always competitive.
Philipa walked in the middle of the crowd with Rowan beside her.
“…and then he slipped right into the mud face-first!” Rowan finished dramatically, waving both hands as he reenacted it.
Philip
