Trafalgar closed the door behind him.
"I do, actually. I wasn't even sure I'd find you here. Since the year's over, I thought you might've already left the Academy."
Selara gave him a look that hovered somewhere between offended and amused while her hands kept working without pause. One vial turned slowly between her fingers, the liquid inside folding into itself in dense green spirals as she mixed whatever madness had caught her interest today.
"It would have been nice to have a vacation," she said. "I think I deserve one, actually. A long one. Tragically, the world disagrees." She kept turning the vial, goggles still resting on her forehead. "We're preparing for next year, fixing paperwork, pretending the Academy runs on order, and getting ready for the next wave of hundreds of students who'll come in and ruin the halls with their talent, their lack of talent, and their inability to read simple instructions."
A small grin touched her mouth.
