When I came with a black eye to class everybody stared. Grandpa, after curing the worst of the bruising, left me with a panda-like dark circle around my eye. For pedagogical reasons, he said.
That means to teach me a lesson.
"Hey, Dan!" Joe said, sitting next to me. "What happened?"
"I was in a fight," I said.
"Did you go out?" he asked. "Because you've been saying you're too busy to go out. Or is it that you don't have time for me?" Joe pushed.
I had been saying I was too busy to go out. Because I was.
"I didn't," I said. "It was a fellow trainee. Another dark student."
"Ah," Joe said, disappointed.
A fight between dark mages is one of the most common events. The University even had to modify its rules for dark mages, to avoid kicking them out for fighting, because they'd end up w
