"That was remarkably loud for a Tuesday afternoon."
The familiar, quiet voice came from the edge of the practice area.
Morgan turned.
Emily stood near the structural pillar by the entrance, holding a slim, leather-bound volume against her chest.
Her dark hair was neatly pinned back, and her dark-framed glasses caught the pale light filtering through the high windows.
Warren looked over, wiping his face with a towel.
"When did you get here?"
"A little while ago," Emily said, her green eyes shifting past them to rest on Morgan.
Xander leaned on his training sword like a cane.
"Did you witness my tactical mastery, Emily? Particularly the part where I heroically occupied two opponents simultaneously?"
"I saw most of it," she replied evenly.
"Good. Tell the Headmaster when you see him."
