Three weeks in, the academy had stopped being new.
It was familiar now in the way difficult terrain becomes familiar. Leo understood the specific acoustics of the Magical Theory lecture hall, how sound carried through the tiered seating depending on where Professor Ross stood when she spoke.
He knew which seats in Combat Theory gave him the clearest read on the room, the mid-tier aisle position that let him track both the instructor and the door without turning his head. He knew that Monster Ecology's professor called on non-volunteers in alphabetical order when discussion stalled, so he prepared answers ahead of time and kept them ready.
