Although the girl gave a great first impression, Allen's mind only screamed one thing as he noticed his roommate's face turn pale—trouble's here.
Her voice wasn't soft or mushy, but it was crisp and clear, and yet it made Allen and the others feel completely cornered.
"Excuse me—sorry to bother you, but are you Marshall's roommates?"
When she said Marshall's name, her English was noticeably smoother than the rest of her words, clearly practiced—not a good sign, because it meant even more trouble.
At this moment, Allen and the others desperately wanted to shout: "No, we don't know anyone by that name!" But earlier, some busybody had preemptively agreed to it for them. Marshall's success earlier that afternoon had emboldened people, and now someone was taking the initiative—completely at Allen's expense.
But since she had already spoken, denying it wasn't an option—things just got worse.
Before Allen could answer, she continued rapidly:
"Great! I'm so glad I found you. Oh, and if I remember correctly, that over there should be Shane—we met last time.
Forgive me for being forward—I should introduce myself. I'm Tsutsugami Kaoru, Marshall's girlfriend. First time meeting you, pleased to make your acquaintance."
As she spoke, her cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly brushed it off and continued calmly. There wasn't a hint of awkwardness—her tone was still gentle, but it carried an undeniable sense of authority, as if this was only natural. Undoubtedly, this girl was exactly as the files described: a leader among all the school's female students.
After letting everyone digest the information, she continued:
"I'm terribly sorry—this afternoon, I was supposed to attend class with him, but I couldn't find him, so I came here right after. Do you know where he is now?"
Wait—Marshall's schedule should be the same as everyone else's, right? There shouldn't be class this afternoon! But Allen quickly realized the truth—Marshall had been skipping class, and his intentions were far from innocent.
Oops… now he's in trouble.
The blow was immediate. The boy had completely forgotten about class, and now the girl had come looking for him.
Awkward? Very. But meeting her wasn't a problem—eventually, this would have to be dealt with…
Impossible.
Her next words were spoken openly, in front of everyone, with no thought of concealing anything. And of course, for a girl with such a bold spirit, why would she hide it?
But this wasn't something that could just be taken lightly—this would explode instantly.
The moment she mentioned the word, the crowd erupted. Until now, the center of attention had been Marshall, the boy, but now the spotlight shifted to the girl.
If it had been all boys, they might have laughed it off together. After all, Marshall's social connections were decent—but now…
A witch stood up, furious:
"Excuse me—what did you just say? Can you repeat that?"
"I'm asking where my boyfriend is now—what? Is there a grammar mistake?" Miss Tsutsugami clearly misunderstood—she thought it was a linguistic error.
"No—it's not that. I'm asking… you said Marshall is your boyfriend?" The unexpected response left the girl stunned, but she quickly realized the core of the problem.
"Of course—he confessed to me this morning," Tsutsugami said gently but firmly. Clearly, in her mind, the matter had already been settled.
"This morning?"
"Yes. We had class together, and then he told me." She looked completely unconcerned, as if it were obvious.
The girl who had stood up went silent—the timing didn't make sense.
The afternoon confession they had been discussing? That had happened then… so had their senior unknowingly become a third wheel?
No, the senior didn't know either—she thought Marshall was single when he confessed.
Ah, right! This is all Marshall's fault!
And so, the blame… pointed to Allen.
Though a thousand curses ran through his mind, there was nothing he could do.
As Marshall's roommate, and the most active, skilled wizard from Hufflepuff, if something went wrong, who else would they ask? A dorm being treated as a single unit was normal—Allen was clearly the leader here.
"Allen, be honest. No lying. I'm not asking alone; I speak for all the Hufflepuff girls! Do you admit she treats all Hufflepuff wizards well?"
Of course she did, and she was indeed beautiful. Marshall had been blinded for a moment, but Allen knew this wasn't about appearances.
Allen patted his chest and said:
"Sorry! I had no idea that bastard Marshall was like this! I'm going to break his legs and send him to the hospital!" With that, Allen drew his wand and charged toward the camp, furious.
Sorry, brother, but sending you to the hospital seems like the best solution. It keeps you out of trouble for a while and gets me out safely—just hold on!
The others seemed to think the same. Soon, Marshall's arms and legs were "handled" by his roommates.
Unfortunately, just as Allen was about to escape the center of attention, another party stepped forward.
"No need, Allen. Stop. Fighting won't solve anything. We need to clarify the situation first." She stopped Allen's attempt to escape—Marshall's mess had somehow trapped him again!
The girl who had stood up earlier clearly had a close relationship with the main character. She ran over:
"Sasha, why are you stopping them? That idiot? Just send him to the hospital already! And you're protecting him?"
Before Sasha could react, the girl, like she had discovered a new world, pulled out a small, inconspicuous student from the corner—she was still eating a chicken leg.
"Selma! You're a half-blood, and now we adapt to local customs!" The girl hurriedly swallowed her chicken, seemingly wanting to mention her heritage, but was ignored.
"Tell me, how do we handle this kind of situation?"
Selma hesitated, then cautiously said:
"Well… usually you… gather a group to beat the third wheel…"
The scene instantly turned awkward…
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