Laziness

*Oof!*

Megumin falls on her ass as she looks up at Urag who had his arms folded while looming above her, his orcish features making him look like a true demon in the explosion girl's eyes. "I-... It was her!" she states while pointing at the deer-in-headlights-looking Saya.

"I believe I warned you both about this before?... And you, Takagi, I thought someone like you would know to restrain yourself... Using a book to strike her? Pathetic!" Urag says, causing the pinkette to shrink under his glare.

"Sorry..."

The orc nods, "Apology... Half accepted. Fortunately for you both, I think I've found a way to keep you both from destroying the Arcanaeum..." he states before whistling, causing the sound of something to start skittering towards them.

"Hiyaaaa! What is that!?" Saya screams as she jumps atop the couch in an attempt to stay out of its reach.

Urag grins at her reaction by crooks a brow at Megumin who had an odd look in her eye. The girl staring down at the undead cat with an almost adoring look... The headmaster had gotten the idea of these undead felines after the whole 'Skeever Army' incident, and had finally put them to work... He'd hope to scare these two away from the Arcanaeum, or at least, scare them into staying quiet, but it seems to have backfired slightly.

Megumin picks the undead cat up by its armpits with grin, her eyes glancing between it and Saya, "I will name you... Shinusuke!" she triumphantly proclaims as it squirms in her grasp. Completely unrelated to this, the sound of thunder occurs outside immediately after she names it, causing a shiver to go up Saya's spine.

Megumin then turns and throws the undead cat towards Saya like a football while shouting, "Now attack Shinusuke!"

"HYYAA! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!"

Urag palms his forehead as the girls start going at it again, "Perhaps Atronachs are truly the answer to the world's problems..." he inwardly questions while conjuring a small Frost Atronach, "YOU BRATS! GET OUTTA HERE!"

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Meanwhile :

Michael sits with his back against a giant bookshelf that stood within an even bigger frozen cave. Nearby, a huge ice-blue Wyvern lay on its back while holding a relatively tiny book in front of one of its eyes.

"This... Is kinda retarded..." Michael says, stuffing the book into the bookshelf without much care. "I still can't believe that almost all of your books are useless to me, Auroth!"

The nearby Wyvern tilts her head towards him with an unamused look on her draconic face, "I said this before, wizards are a secretive folk, I'd have more if I could... But that's impossible without me besieging every wizard tower in my territory!... Just be satisfied with what you have now... As the Goblin philosopher Taijin Bigbrook once said, 'You determine your worth, whether you consider your gold pouch half-filled or half-empty, it is all the same with, with only a change in your perspective'. You could have come out with nothing, instead of little." she explains but only draws a crooked brow from Michael.

"I feel like this 'Taijin' stole that saying from someone else..."

Auroth scoffs, "Is that racism I hear? Accusing a famed philosopher because of its Goblin heritage? Hmph! I thought better of you!" she semi-sarcastically remarks.

Michael shakes his head, "Let me guess, he came up with 'The grass is always greener on the other side' as well?"

Auroth shakes her head, "No, that comes from a Dryad lost in the Eastern Deserts."

"Between a rock and a hard place?"

"Originates from a Rock Troll named Orrark."

"Curiosity killed the cat?"

"A former Cat Sith thief called Purrak... Unfortunate fellow."

"The whole is greater than the sum of the parts?"

...

"Not that exactly, but a creature known as 'Meepo' once said 'All of us together can slap the spit outta ya!'... Don't ask why this was recorded..." Auroth admits.

Michael lets out a sigh while ignoring the mention of one of the most annoying heroes in Dota 2, "Whatever, I've wasted all the time we had searching for magic tomes... Maybe next time I come you can just hand me some? You know, instead of making me look for them?"

Auroth shrugs, "I would if I could, but I am less effective at looking through that than you are... My lack of thumbs for instance. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find one someday."

"Your attitude makes me half tempted to just burn all of this..." he says but freezes as the Wyvern glares at him.

"It seems you've developed some poor ideas. Time some time to cool off, Michael." she coldly says before breathing a small freezing breeze towards him, freezing him solid so she could wait out the last few minutes of their time in peace.

"Damn lazy-ass dragon!" Michael inwardly shouts as he's transported out of the book, his hour for today ending.

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With his less than ideal hour with Winter Wyvern, Michael continues through his various Spirits, training with Rhasta, Slark, Riki, Lina, and then finally Anti-Mage.

His relationship with the Anti-Mage himself was still pretty rocky, but he'd managed to convince Wei to teach him some tricks. Anti-Mage usually tracked them and stopped such things from happening halfway through, but it was difficult to track someone who could fly... Especially in a mountainous region where the temple was situated.

The time he spent was usually just him getting his ass kicked, but occasionally Wei would teach a few things, stances, moves, and occasionally even let him wield the strange War-Glaives she and Anti-Mage wielded.

After all of his time was used, his mind returns to him as he leans back in the chair he'd been sitting on in his room, only to hear someone knocking on his door... "Come in!" he says, allowing Maria to walk in with a frown on her face, "Michael, I think you should see this... The Thalmor are here in the College..."

...

"Fuck."