Raven’s POV
"Have a seat," the Dean, Elder Gregory gestured towards the seat across from him.
I couldn't bear to sit in the suffocating office, especially not when his gaze was heavy with a kind of judgement that he was trying so hard to hide but all to no avail.
"I'm fine, sir," I murmured. Vaughan didn't say anything but he didn't sit down either.
His eyes shifted between us from behind the polished desk, his fingers steepled together. Vaughan stood beside me, unbothered as ever, hands in his pockets like he was about to critique a painting.
“I received reports,” the Dean said calmly, “that Professor Vaughan referred to you, Miss Raven, as ‘beautiful’ in front of half the cafeteria. Care to explain?”
I was quite surprised by Dean's respectful tone. He had always hated me and never
