"Would the either of you start explaining what exactly was happening in the hallway?"
Eyes downcast, I stared at my hands that were tightly wounded together. My entire face and neck still felt incredibly hot from the fiasco that had happened a few minutes earlier. I was hyper–aware of a certain someone sitting in the chair next to mine, but I didn't dare let my eyes stray away from my lap.
"Alyssa Dion, please speak up." At the sound of Old Witch's voice, I hesitantly glanced up at her.
The sight of her narrow eyes made my mouth run dry. "Please explain."
"Uh, actually, w–we weren't... uh, I–I didn't—" I cut myself off because I clearly wasn't making any progress.
Jace chose that moment to save me once again. "Uh, ma'am, it was an accident. We weren't–weren't doing anything."
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