Living with my masters made my life busy, but boring. In the mornings, I trained with grandpa before breakfast (I don't think you could get Major Craen out of bed early for anything other than an explosion); after breakfast, I went to class, sometimes going to a restaurant with Jack during lunchtime, on the days when he and I had more time. By the time I finished classes, I went back home, where I spent a couple of hours with the Major. After exhausting my magic, he left me to train with grandpa. Grandpa alternated the exercises with the magical channels with the vision exercises, the ones he showed me before my Initiation. The Major kept drilling me in fireballs, playing with the size, and insisting I control it perfectly.
Magic was a lot more boring than I thought.
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