"I hate whining," Professor Lipskin began in lieu of a simple hello or a "Good afternoon, class." "More than that, I hate whiners, and just looking at this freshmen class makes me think I'm going to hear an awful lot of it today. Save it for someone who cares. Not. Me."
Jon raised his hand from the front row, his other hand scribbling furiously with his quill and parchment.
"What?" Professor Lipskin snapped.
"Are your things you hate going to be on the semester exam?"
The professor folded his hands in front of him and stared at Jon with a dark, volatile look that could peel flesh from bone.
I bit back a grin.
At the professor's silence, Jon blinked up at him and then turned an intense shade of red as he surely felt his skin curl, about to slough away completely.
Professor Lipskin
