Summer school. Ugh.

The man is already twenty years old, and hasn't yet graduated. Soon he will be twenty-one and will definitely be sent back to his "favorite" Savanna if he doesn't immediately go to the fourth year. Yeah, right - Leona thought before he was thrown into the group of this nonsense: fiesty first-years mostly made up the whole class, two red and blue acquaintances from Heartslabyul who always hung around a new no-magic-human-person from Ramshackle, and other held-backs are some kind of... Gray mass. Although, he was also a gray mass. Perhaps. Who is Leona to judge?

In the first few minutes, he quickly regretted attending, the boring professor of history already painfully familiar, was saying something about a rerun. Well, considering how colleges usually work, Leona was pretty lucky. He snorted, frowning at thought of long week. On the other hand, maybe it won't be so bad. He can still pass if he wants to. And no need to visit annoying little family on the summer break, if he can stretch out deadlines to the benefit.

Sweet. Leona smiled to himself, day-dreamed while gingerly propping chin on the hand. A familiar voice snapped him out of the thought, ears instantly go alert and around.