Dean Murrey had chosen a cozy, wood-paneled restaurant that smelled faintly of roasted herbs and old parchment. A mix that was perfect for him. The dean, Professor David Murrey, as most of them knew him, had once been one of the most respected magical theorists in the country. A well-known brilliant wizard.
But to Riana, he was something much simpler, much warmer. Her one of the last threads connecting her to her late mother.
“You look more like her every time I see you,” he said, smiling as they sat across from each other. “Same eyes. Same way of looking like you’re thinking three steps ahead. Oh, I miss Savannah”
Riana’s lips curved faintly. “You mean stubborn?”
“Ah,” he chuckled, stirring his tea. “She called it stubbornness. I called it brilliance.”
Riana laughed quiet
