"Everyone, listen up!" Sean shouted across the field.
I stood beside Molly with my arms folded around my waist, glancing along the line of girls around me. They were jumping and stretching with the kind of energy I absolutely did not have this morning. I had progressed a lot since training started, and I had managed to dodge sparring day every single time since Phoenix left. I hated sparring day. Just so we're clear on that.
"Line up by height," Sean announced. "Tallest to my left, shortest to my right."
Everyone shuffled and compared themselves to their neighbours. I waited until most had settled before slotting myself in. I ended up second from the smallest, with only one girl shorter than me by maybe a centimetre. She had short black hair and almond-shaped eyes and looked like an actual pixie. If we took our shoes off I suspected it would come down to a hair's difference.
