"Get me a time-turner, do the marking, give me internship credit, a stipend, and permission to opt out of all my essays in favor of going over material verbally and you'd have yourself a deal," Z said. She was being sarcastic, no one would be able to grant her that, but it had to be said.
Without waiting for an invitation, she took a seat at Bryar's table. She saw his half-hidden lunch and was tempted to steal part of it. She didn't need William to come over and catch her in the library with food though-it'd end badly.
"You don't have a background in runes, do you." With someone else that would have been a question, but it was painfully obvious with Bob. "How the hell did you end up in charge of the class?"