The clock tower bell rang and she jolted awake. Oliver was already sliding his things into his bag, giving her one of his disapproving stares. It wasn’t uncommon for him to admonish her for sleeping in class or not paying attention in general, but this one was particularly cold. He was moving out of the aisle ahead of her quickly, and she followed along after him in a hurry. On their way to the next class, they chatted about what to expect. They knew it was to prepare them for combat, something that wasn’t emphasized as much until they summoned their demons. Mina did worry, a habit she hadn’t engaged in often before the Demon Lord’s arrival. Syn had already severed the link between a demon and their charge, her classmate. While she wasn’t concerned that he would hurt another demon, since he seemed to care about his own race, he<i>did</i>exhibit a particular distaste for witches and warlocks.<br/><br/>The students lined up, face to face with their second year counterparts. Like Syn, she noticed that no one wanted to engage her. Eyes fell to the floor or looked to the sky, avoiding their direction all together. It didn’t bother Mina as much as it did the Demon Lord. To her it was less work, for him . . .<i>Boring.</i>She smiled as she watched him pout beside the shadow wolf.<br/><br/>“Ms. Gregory,” the voice of a male called. A man with a scar over his eye made his way over to her, a hand moving against the bristles of his dark, buzzed hair. “Congratulations on your summoning. It is both impressive and astonishing that you’ve managed to summon a Demon Lord. However . . .” He said, folding his arms across his chest. “This class is a controlled, learning environment. We can’t allow such a powerful being to participate when he is clearly unmatched. We can’t even allow you to practice with fourth years. You’ll pass, of course, on merit alone. You’re free to watch. I actually encourage you to do so.”<br/><br/>“Alright.” Mina smiled broadly, triumphantly. “Don’t look so down, Syn. You just earned me a passing grade and an excuse to play video games on my phone to pass them time.”<br/><br/>The instructor sighed raggedly, exasperated. “Or, do that instead.” He waved dismissively and began to address the rest of the class.<br/><br/>“Or, you can call Cynthia back, I guess. She’s D-class as a succubus, but using her will allow me to participate and be on an even level with the others. You can guide me from the sidelines,” she said, tapping her temple.