Azrikel decided he would help me with homework.I should have known better.
Step one: Math. He waved his hand. Numbers rearranged themselves.Step two: Science. Small explosion. Smoke. Burnt paper smell.Step three: English. The cat got glued to my face.
"I call that efficiency," he said, bowing dramatically."I call that terror," I muttered, rubbing my scorched notebook.
If helping me was his goal, he was failing… gloriously.