Julius groaned as he pushed open the heavy oak doors to Headmaster Aldric's office. His legs still felt like jelly from months of inactivity, but after three months in a coma, he figured he was doing well enough. The office was exactly as he remembered—grand, cluttered, and reeking of stress-induced incense.
Headmaster Aldric sat behind his desk, shoulders hunched, eyes bloodshot, and a stack of papers leaning dangerously to one side. He looked up and let out a long, exasperated sigh.
"Oh, wonderful. You're awake."
"Good morning to you too, Headmaster," Julius said, plopping down into the chair across from the desk. "Or is it evening? I've been unconscious for so long that time feels fake."
Aldric pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's morning, Julius. And I don't have time for your antics. Do you have any idea how much of a mess your coma caused?"
A mess?
