“You may not like it Abi, but we do have a protocol,” I said. My voice was dulled by the hiss of rainfall. Not that it would have mattered; my apprentice stormed in front of me, defiant on proving that she was right by stomping her feet and staunchly ignoring me.
My name is Erik Ashendale and today’s pain in the ass is my apprentice slash secretary Abigale.
Arguing in the rain is not fun. Arguing with a person who is plainly ignoring you is annoying. Arguing with a witch-succubus hybrid while carrying a gym bag full of equipment and getting soaked to the bone, makes you want to blast said hybrid with a firebolt.