Bab 59: Weed Killer Extraordinaire

I resisted the urge to throw him across the hall. Barely.

"Careful, Liria," Ananara warned, perched on my shoulder like an overpriced, sentient fashion accessory. "Assaulting your familiar would be a terrible look. Even for someone like you."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said through gritted teeth. "Did I give the impression I cared?"

"Only every time you insist on breathing," he shot back.

I turned to glare at him, but my thoughts were interrupted by Enara, who stopped mid-stride and frowned. "Why aren't you following me to class?"

"What?" I blinked. "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to class with you. You know, where I learn useless things and avoid responsibility. My favorite part of the day."

Enara tilted her head, her expression halfway between amusement and pity. "Oh no, sweet summer fool. Your punishment starts now."

"What do you mean, now?" I asked, the first hints of panic creeping into my voice.