Chapter 5-1
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The next day, I was jittery all the way through my classes. Most of the teachers were still allowed to teach us, but some of their content had been… altered.
Professor Brynhild slammed her book shut. “Right, that’s it for today. Ingrid, hand out the homework.”
“Yes, Professor.” The girl in the front of the class stood up, but she was halted by the Class Leader.
“No homework,” Raven Peterson instructed.
“Young man, this is the finest Afterlife institute,” Brynhil tutted. She rose from her desk, towering over him. “For the many years I’ve taught here, students have been required to complete homework and for as long as I’m here, they will.”
“But, Commander Folk—”
“If he has a problem with the way I conduct my class, he can take it up with me.” She dismissed him with a wave and turned her attention back to my classmate. “Homework.”
“Yes, Professor.” Ingrid quickly handed out the sheets before taking her place in the mandatory two-line formation
“Good.” Brynhild threw her books into her bag and waltzed past the young Raven. “Out of my way. I need to tend to the headmistress.”
“Y-Yes, Ma’am.” Raven Peterson didn’t look pleased with Professor Brynhild’s defiance, but he was too stumped to rebel.
I didn’t blame him. She was a force to be reckoned with and I’d think twice about disobeying her again. I’d seen how she stood up for the headmistress when Commander Folk assaulted her. He almost lost.
I grabbed my own stuff and hurried to my spot in the formation, next to Astrid.
“Have you asked her yet?” my classmate hissed, gesturing to the Wood Elf behind us.
“No.”
“Ask her.”
“Later,” I argued. “We’re not supposed to talk now.”
“Do it now.”
“No. Mind your own business.”
“Flavia said—”
“I know what she said.” I glared at her, wishing she’d shut up. We were on our last warning and I was supposed to stay off their radar.
“Well, I think you should do it now,” Astrid instructed.
“I don’t care what you think,” I hissed back. “Now can you shut up before—”
“Ladies!” Raven Peterson halted in front of us, effectively ending the conversation. He broadened his shoulders and glared at us. “Last warning.”
“I thought last time was our last warning,” Astrid argued.
“Astrid!” I jabbed her with my elbow. Why would she remind him of that?
“Alright then.” He pulled a notebook from one of the many pockets of his blue uniform and scribbled something down. “Disciplinary session. One hour.”
“Disciplinary session,” Astrid echoed. “That’s a funny way to say detention.”
The Raven glared at her. “Just report to Dagwood. He’s taking the sessions this week.”
She snagged the note from him. “Whatever.”
Peterson sighed and held out a note to me as well. “You too.”
“Me? I didn’t do anything!”
“She didn’t have a conversation with herself, did she?” He waved the note in front of my face. “One hour. Report to Dagwood.”
“Fine.” I gave Astrid my best stink eye. “This is your fault.”
My classmate didn’t seem to care. In fact, it looked like she enjoyed pulling me into her shenanigans and childish rebellions. Almost like she didn’t think the Midnight Ravens were actually dangerous and wouldn’t be above seriously hurting us.
Stupid.
We shouldn’t be bickering like children. It wouldn’t do us any good.
When Class Leader Peterson was satisfied we would stay silent, he turned around and stomped to the front of the formation. “March!”
My class set in motion and instead of being allowed to freely roam the halls, we had to be escorted to lunch. I didn’t know why they insisted on these ridiculous formations, but I’d seen what happened to the students who broke rank. I didn’t wish that kind of violent punishment upon myself.
Reluctantly, I marched along to the set rhythm. Stupid Midnight Ravens. Why did they have to ruin a perfectly good thing? Things were finally getting good in the Academy and they spoiled it.
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