"How unpleasant," a brown-eyed girl from the back muttered. She folded her hands over her chest, clenching her fists tightly.
Beside her, a boy older than her looked at Lynnor calmly. "Even I didn't expect this outcome."
The girl bit down on the bitter taste in her mouth. "She never even batted an eye, no matter how many times I asked to be her student, but she suddenly dragged three students in."
Her head shook a little, "And it has to be HIM."
He looked at her, and though his expression was calm, the softness couldn't be ignored.
"I'll demand answers from her later."
She dropped her hands, rubbing her wrist with her thumb.
He noticed the small action and placed a hand on her shoulder.
Lynnor continued to provoke everyone else, buying as much hate as she could for Aramith and the rest.
Aramith remained quiet, but he understood the result of her actions on him.
What's your reason for doing this...?
