Just then, Professor Margo Woolery strolled in, her chin held high and her red cloak fluttering behind her. People stared at her, too, but with a lot less disdain, possibly because she blended in a little better and was gorgeous.
When the barkeep handed her a glass of mead with a shy smile and a hint of a blush, the professor spotted us and waved. "Good to see you two had enough sense to come somewhere warm. It's freezing out there."
"It is," Seph said, scooting her chair over so the professor could join us. "When I heard the academy was near a beach, I automatically assumed warm sand I could sink my toes into, not...this."
Professor Woolery plopped down in the chair, the frigid air curling off of her penetrating through my cloak all over again. Her glossy chestnut waves fell past her
