Janik said. “Are we cleaning windows again?” Erik asked. “Well, you’re good at it,” Janik replied with a chuckle. Erik didn’t mind washing windows. It was certainly better than sitting and writing lines to work off his demerits. He also liked having the freedom to talk, and Janik seemed to like having company as well. The two had become fast friends, or at least, Janik was the closest thing to a friend that Erik had at Kuldiga Academy. Janik was not like Master Lepkin, or any of the masters that Erik knew. He was warm and friendly, even with strangers. His eyes were so green they seemed to sparkle, and there was always a smile on his face. He wore an old, tan tunic under a set of brown, grease stained coveralls. Most of the other masters in Kuldiga Academy rarely, if ever, spoke to Janik, except to order him around, but Janik never seemed to mind. Erik often thought that the two could be brothers they were so similar, except that Janik was well into his fifties now. Over the months Erik had spent working off his demerits by helping Janik the two talked about everything.
