Chapter 25“LISTEN UP YOU SO-CALLED HOTSHOTS!” Professor Peachy bellowed as his cold, grey eyes ruthlessly swept over the faces that stood in front of him.
He clasped his large hands behind his back and slowly made his way down the long line of students that mustered the courage to try out for the Eylox Tournament.
The fog thinned out, but the sky remained dark and gloomy, and the temperature dropped below sixty.
“Before I let any of you spineless parasites enter the Eylox Tournament, you'll have to prove that you're worthy of wearing these suits and representing your team. With that said, the Education Committee doesn't approve of my preliminary tests, but guess what? I. Don't. Care. If you little pansies can't handle a light jog around the field or a refreshing dip in the cold water, t
