Zephyrion was up and dressed before the bang.
He stood straight beside the yawning Lumi as the door to his room was slammed open.
"GET ON YOUR FEET, CADET! GE—"
The soldier blinked, staring at the fully dressed duo. He hesitated, clearly unsure of how to proceed, before clearing his throat.
"…Get a move on! Courtyard, now!"
Zephyrion straightened and fisted his chest. Lumi blinked rapidly, then hurriedly did the same, stealing a quick glance at him to make sure she had gotten it right.
They both left the room, moving through the corridors.
The sound of doors being slammed open echoed all around. Many cadets, still clearly drunk from last night's party, were dragged out of their rooms. Some scrambled to their feet, only to stumble and fall back down. Zephyrion caught sight of more than a few puking their guts out across the ground.
Yet the soldiers were merciless. Their smiles from yesterday were gone. They kicked, barked, and forced the cadets to move.
