As the students behind Aveline tried very hard not to laugh openly, she rose with a slow, offended grace that made it quite clear she knew exactly how ridiculous the whole thing was.
"Fine," she muttered. "It was only a question."
"OUT!!!"
The professor looked as though he wanted to throw something at her again, so she decided not to stay long enough to give him the opportunity.
With a final flick of her skirt, she walked out of the classroom, chin high and expression flat.
Once outside, however, her annoyance cooled into stubborn determination. If no one in the classroom would answer her, then she would find someone who could.
And there was only one place in the Arcanum where she knew answers lived in abundance.
Professor Lucien's laboratory.
The thought alone made her lips twitch with the faintest hint of mischief.
