MILLICENT
It was Saturday.
I forgot how weekends worked here. Unlike the quiet ones I used to have back home where I just stayed in bed and read books, Silverfang had its own routine. Morning was for chores or extra lessons, and then the rest of the day was packed with random activities students either signed up for or dragged their feet to.
Some joined combat drills, others went to track or training rings. Some just wandered around the campus pretending to be busy so they wouldn’t get picked for anything at all.
Fiona and I ended up helping a junior class sort out materials for a potion experiment that went wrong. It involved a lot of gloves, a cracked cauldron, and what looked like melted socks.
We worked side by side, her humming an upbeat sound under her breath, me mostly quiet u
