"Your class starts in five minutes."

Tavy sighed and opened his eyes. "Yes?"

Lee sat down beside him, but higher up on the roof. "You should get going."

"Why? Students have to wait fifteen minutes past start of class to leave if their instructor doesn't show up."

There was a boom off in the distance that they both ignored. Professor Boom was teaching.

"The students pay for a whole class," Lee said gently.

"I make sure they get their money's worth. I keep office hours," he said proudly.

Lee looked off into the distance at the clock tower. "You do. You leave notes on your door of where you're perching."

The air is better up here and some of the students need the exercise."

Lee gave Tavy's body a pointed look. His friend wasn't fat, but he could use a bit of exercise.

Tavy ignored him and sat up. The clock tower said he had at least ten minutes. But he had to go the long way around.

He chuckled. Wouldn't be his favorite college without explosions.


Ivy had an order to her morning.

She woke up between six and seven. She checked the weather, her email, and several other websites. She dressed and put her student ID in her pocket. She picked up her bag, knowing it had everything in it since she'd packed it the night before. She had breakfast and went either to the library or the student lounge.

The rest of her day was like that, too. Neat. Ordered.

At least it had been until her last year.

When he taught two of her classes.

Mage Tavy was her teacher for a practical mage class and a spell-casting class, one in the morning on Tuesday and Thursday and the other on Wednesday and Friday afternoons.

He was never on time.

His clothes were always rumpled.

His notes were scattered.

He went off on tangents.

His only redeeming quality was that he kept good office hours.

She was going to develop an ulcer from aggravation if he didn't start showing up to class on time.

Well, that stopped today.


Tavy paid no mind to the students passing below him. If any of them wanted him, they'd come up to the roof. Any student in their third or fourth year could do it.

And those were the years he taught.

The only person he had to look out for in the morning was Lee. None of his students usually interrupted him.

It might be that rumor about this being his meditative time.

That he used figuring out new ways to make people stay in their frog shape longer after he cast the spell.

The clock tower chimed ten and Tavy sighed as someone stepped down on the roof. It was too light for Lee.

Tavy opened his eyes to a girl looking at him. "Yes?" he asked.

She gave him a very determined look. "It's ten, sir."

He made a show of looking at the clock tower. "It is."

"Your practical class starts now."

Oh, that's who she was. He remembered now. That little thing in the third row who took lots of notes. "It starts when I show up in the classroom." He closed his eyes.

"That's why I'm here, sir."