But the first thing I did when I woke up from my trip to the Academy was to go talk to grandpa. Or my father; I had to clarify that.
When I knocked on his office's doors and the door just opened in front of me, I saw grandpa was sorting out through a pile of paperwork in front of him.
"Hi, grandpa," I said.
"Hi, Amy," he said. "You missed lunch. The leftovers are under a warming spell in the kitchen counter."
Spending all those hours at the Academy made me late for lunchtime here, because the house was at an earlier time zone.
"I'm not hungry yet," I said, grabbing a chair in front of him.
He looked at me and set the pile of paperwork aside.
"All right, Amy, what is it?" he asked, leaning on the table with his elbows, interlacing his fingers and resting his chin on that. "What has y
