I tilted my head and looked at Lord Andrew whose red robe danced in the air as he made his way to his seat. His head held high as his hair stuck to his scalp and the faint hint of a smile from his face had disappeared just like the traces of mankind after a hurricane. I blinked a couple of times, holding my right hand on which I had landed, which now had red paint on it from the brush which had also fallen with me.
I didn't know what had happened. He was here holding my arm one second and the next second he was sitting on his seat from yesterday as the cheerful girl wearing the yellow dress rushed to him and almost fell into his embrace, almost as if they were still civil in the class.
Instantly turning my head towards the brush in my hand, I placed the other hand on the ground and got u
