"You...?"
Standing in the doorway under the dim glow of the lantern was Professor Morgana. She was leaning against the doorframe, a scowl on her face, holding a half-empty dark glass bottle in her hand. The strong smell of alcohol drifted into the room before she even stepped inside.
I stared at her, frowning.
"Professor?" I said, leaning back against the counter and crossing my arms. "Why are you here? And why do you always show up late at night to bother me? Didn't you get enough fresh air during the day?"
Morgana didn't bother answering right away. She walked inside, her boots thudding softly against the floor, and pulled out a chair at the nearest table. She dropped into it with a tired sigh, resting one elbow on the table while taking another drink from her bottle.
"Can't a teacher visit her student's tavern?" she asked, her eyes scanning the empty chairs. "Why are you so defensive, kid?"
