“Tomorrow is good. You’re assigning papers already?” Summer asked, her eyes twinkling. “It’s a good thing I’m not a student, I think I would fail your class.”
“They’re small things. I don’t have as much practical in my class, so I have to start somewhere.” Harry shrugged lightly. “It does make me ‘that teacher’ though, who’s already assigning papers.”
Summer laughed a little. “Whereas I think mine may wind up being mostly practical. There just aren’t that many books that talk about what I’m covering, and I don’t really want to step on Deucalion’s toes too hard.”