Why, Trent, whyyyy?

Eight A.M. the morning after the feast should be illegal for classes to get underway. Did he not understand that she'd slept til at least ten all summer long? Eight A.M. was like, in the middle of the night or something.

Even still, here she was. At least this class was outside. Nothing like a burst of sunlight to get somebody going. "Morning, Headmaster! What a nice day! A bright...and super early...top of the morning day," she said. He looked lost in his thoughts, so she just passed him on by, unsure if he even heard her or not. This time, she chose Nem to stand by. "Morning, Nem," she said.