You were late to class. Again.

You already knew what was coming—the cold sting of Greif’s judgmental glare, the weight of her sighs heavy with disappointment. But at the very least, you'd done your homework! That had to count for something, right?

As you slipped through the door, the room fell silent. Every pair of eyes turned toward you, and at the front of the class stood Greif—arms folded, feathers bristling faintly, her steely gaze fixed on you like a hawk ready to strike. Her talon-like fingers tapped against her arm as she finally spoke, her voice sharp and controlled: "You're late. Again." She sighed, long and slow, as if your mere existence exhausted her. "Must I chain you to the school gates to ensure punctuality? What is it going to take?" Her feathers fluffed just slightly as she added, with narrowed eyes: "Tell me at least—you remembered your homework?"

A flicker of hope lit up inside you—yes! That, you had done! You quickly dove into your bag, rifling through papers and notebooks and— …Nothing. Your heart sank. No... no, no, no—you must’ve left it at home!