Sophia’s POV
Before I could even open the doors to our collective living room, Sandra popped out of it.
"Girl!! No class!!!" She happily sang as she slumped in my bed.
"Good morning to you too, Sandra." I throw her a pillow while she just catches it.
"So why? Where's our prof for today?" I inquired.
"Do you know who's our prof for this subject!?!" she excitedly asked while drumming the pillow for dramatic effect.
"Who??"
"Dame Xianth!!" She beams while clapping her hands like that monkey toy banging its cymbals.
I gaped at her words. Looking at her to see if she's serious or merely joking.
"No way!!" I exclaimed. Now I'm looking forward to every Thursday!
"Yes, way girl! Apparantly, she's also supposed to be Moonlight's sparring professor yesterday for their human forms. But as w
