Jordan came downstairs. "Mr. and Mrs. Frazier, I need to report something. Debra cked off this afternoon. She just woke up."
Debra shot him a re. "Whose side are you on?"
"Not yours," he grinned.
Jordan''s mother intervened, "Alright, don''t bicker like kids. You''re grown-ups now."
"She''s just dumb. Mr. and Mrs. Frazier are so smart, but she didn''t inherit any of
it."
"What did you say? You''re the dumb one."
"You''re dumb."
"I''m not. You are dumb."
...
The four seniors listened to their back-and-forth andughed.
Dn Potter said, "Once Debra''sing-of-age ceremony is done today, let her stay at our house for a few days. Now that they both have been admitted to Arcane Academy, it''s time they get some good training."
Gael nodded. "Good idea. I''m sure they''ll learn a lot under your guidance."
"I don''t want to," Debra and Jordan objected in unison.
They would rather do military training than end up under Dn''s strict control.
Gael sighed, "You''ll learn something useful with Dn."
"But he''s too tough." Debra pouted. "I can''t do it."
Jordan nced at her. "That''s because you''re dumb."
"You''re dumb. Prove it or shut up."
"At least, I''ll learn faster than you."
"Dream on."
As he got worked up, Debra said, "Guys, I''m going to find Andrew."
She dashed upstairs like a
Stomped his foot in
frustration. Content belon "Wind
"Running off like a rabbit again," he scoffed.
Debra didn''t care, knowing Andrew would back her up.
Barton came out of the study, carrying a stack of documents.
"Mr. Andrew Potter''s working," he said when he saw Debra running up.
"The wind''s too strong. Can''t hear you," she replied, barging into the room.
The study smelled of books and ink
and the
Streaming t was a bit dethr
Andrew stood by the window,
25 rimmed sses. His
was straight, dressed inget
crisp white shirt.
His perfect profile could take anyone''s breath away.
Andrew smiled gently, "What''s with the rush?"
Debrained, "Jordan reported me."
"Did he pinch your ear or call you dumb?"
"Both."