The next day in the garden

The new day brought with it a new heatwave. Aaralon could barely pay attention to the lecture on transmutation scheduled for the day. His clothes began to feel sticky with sweat as he fanned himself waiting for the class to let out.

Once his professor had finished the lecture, Aaralon exited the classroom and wondered where he might eat his lunch and find some relief from the heat. Possibly someplace quite where he might catch a short nap to catch up on lost sleep from his late night. Then he remembered. A small garden most students didn't know about and most teachers had forgotten. Located in a back corner of the school, Aarlon was confident he could relax and enjoy break.

Pushing the large wooden door open, Aaralon entered the garden. It was as quite and secluded as he remembered. A smaller L-shaped courtyard the walls covered in thick ivy and the ground in lush soft grass. There was an old willow tree offering bounties of shade to the right of the entrance at the bend. Around the corner was a table with chairs next to a pond against the back wall. Aaralon sat beneath the branches of the willow and began to eat his lunch.

After finishing his lunch, Aarlon laid on the soft grass in the shade of the willow. It wasn't much relief from the heat but it definitely helped. Aaralon crossed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Maybe he could take a short nap before his conjuring class later in the afternoon.

Just as he was about to fall asleep Aaralon heard the faint squeak of the door being pushed open.