Lunch, Lies, and the Principal Problem

"Unparalleled annoyance," I muttered, earning a sharp glare from both Enara and Ananara. Honestly, having two high-maintenance companions was bad enough. Having one of them be a talking fruit? That was pushing the limits of sanity.

We stepped into the Academy's cafeteria, a sprawling hall divided into two clear sections: the general eating area for regular students and the VIP section, where the more "important" individuals dined. Guess which side we were on?

Enara strode toward the velvet-roped VIP area like she owned the place which, being the demon princess, she kind of did. I followed reluctantly, Ananara still perched on my shoulder like some bizarre crown of humiliation.