Alastor Creighton's tutelage was everything I'd hoped for and more. His magical prowess was legendary, and I felt incredibly fortunate to be learning under his watchful eye.
A sudden splash jolted me from my introspection. Water dripped down my face as I whipped my head around to glare at the culprit – Rachel, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. She tried to stifle a laugh, her cheeks puffing out momentarily before collapsing into a fit of giggles. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, wiping away the water.
"The look on your face!" she exclaimed, wiping a tear from her eye. "You always get so grumpy when I do that."
I sighed, forcing a smile. "Maybe a little," I admitted. My gaze, however, involuntarily drifted down, catching a glimpse of what her white robes dared to reveal. Seriously, I thought with a groan, did she have to look like a walking Greek goddess? Didn't she realise how difficult it was to keep my eyes from wandering where they shouldn't?
