Re: Chapter Four : Pluto Company
Harmon spends most of his free time at the spell-clinic presumably learning something useful. The rest of the time he simply complains in his rumbling voice about the teachers, I mean, these people couldn't tell a ley line from a simple dimensional anamoly. And they're gonna teach ME? No wonder the CS is makin' headway! He falls asleep almost as soon as he hits the cot, as it groans under his considerable - though still human - weight.
By the morning, he is still snoring contentedly. Only by some accident does he snort, mid-snore, catch his breath, and find himself rattled awake. Grumbling again, he is about to slide back down to the cot when he glances at a clock.
Oh crap! He reluctantly pulls himself out of the bed and hustles himself over to the gathering just moments before Zephram begins. He is fully rumpled and grouchy from a night of poor sleep on the ratty cot, but then, perhaps he doesn't look so different from the previous day. In fact, maybe the sleep has nothing to do with it.
0800hrs... like a well-oiled machine... he mumbles, happy that he made it.