Lucas was going to burst. There was so much information buzzing in his brain he was pretty sure he was going to start ranting about topiary types and the meaning of runes at ANY SECOND. It was so noisy in his mind that he'd literally dropped his books on his bed and sprinted for the grounds like his life had depended on it. He was exhausted. Puffing like a asthmatic, he sat, spreadeagled down by the lake and sighed.

Ugh. This sucked.