A different instructor came over to Joe "Shit, they really shouldn't turn that damn device on until everyone is taken care of. Magic ain't no game." He said, putting his hand on Joe's back "Infirmary is this way."
The night was cooler than the day, but still humid, warm, and very uncomfortable. The only air conditioned part of the dorm building was the first floor, and someone was coming in a few days to fix the problem. Until then, the students would all have to bear with it. Mikkish, Joe, Leon, and David didn't seem to have it so bad at first, as the hole in the glass caused by Mikkish' remarkable skills as a marksman allowed a slight cool breeze to make sleep more comfortable. All through the night, however, mosquitos came through and bit each of them wherever they were exposed. By morning, Mikkish had, in his sleep, covered the blanket over his head, and was sweating as the temperature rose as the sun did.
They had a couple more free days. What should they do? Get books? Meet their future teachers? Prepare themselves mentally for classes unlike they had taken before? Only time would tell.