“A practice one,” Lycus answers.
“Then definitely not going to leave a theory class, only to have my ass set on fire for a few hours,” I tell.
Tobias smiles triumphantly like he’d just won some prize, and Lycus groans, stalking off into the closet to get changed. Darius wanders in after him, and I get ready to head down to the mess hall when Darius comes out, chucking me a shoebox. I catch it, and my eyes light up. Finally, shoes again! I pull the joggers out, only for him to hand me some socks.
“You go to Lycus’ class this morning,” Darius says.
“But—” Tobias whines, and I snatch the socks off him.
“Shut it,” Darius snaps at Tobias. I slip the shoes on before standing up and moving toward the door, pissed off I will spend the next two hours getting my ass set on fire.
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