Our servants are here
Two weeks had passed since the announcement of the inter-university magic tournament, and honestly, things had been going smoothly well, as smoothly as things could go when you're juggling classes, training, and managing an influx of visiting students from all over the continent.
Preparations were in full swing, and the excitement in the air was palpable. Even the usually laid-back Zaya seemed to be a bit more energized by the prospect of the tournament, although, in her case, that mostly meant more creative forms of procrastination.
Today was the big day, the day the students from other universities would start arriving well not the one that was already there. Lise, Zaya, and I had been tasked with greeting some of the first arrivals.
Naturally, Zaya had found a way to delay us by some fifteen minutes, claiming that her breakfast was the "most important meal of the day," despite the fact that she was lazily picking at it like a child bored with their food.