Boo still hovered beside her. "But you can have mine if you change your mind. I'll even make it float."
"Boo," Alina said gently, "chairs are meant to stay on the ground."
"That's boring," Boo muttered, pouting.
Shaking her head, Alina straightened up, fixing Drake with a patient but firm look. "And Drake—no more playing with fire inside the classroom, alright?"
Drake slumped, wings drooping like a sad pigeon. "But it was just a little flame—"
"It was big enough to eat my chair," she reminded him.
He winced. "…Sorry, Teacher."
"Good. Apology accepted. And if you need to practice your fire, you can do it outside—far away from anything that can burn. Deal?"
"Deal," he mumbled, nodding.
Lucien, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke in his calm, matter-of-fact tone. "I still think you should have a better chair than before. I'll tell my dad to get you one."
Drake perked up immediately. "Me too! I'll help him! We can get the biggest chair ever!"
