It had been three days since the academy reopened.
Three days of the same cold stares, hushed whispers, and an isolation so absolute it almost felt orchestrated and indeed it was!
And honestly? At this point, I was starting to get used to it. Even the professors—who were supposed to be the mature ones here—weren't above blatantly ignoring me.
Mature, my ass.
It wasn't just the students. Their parents had made sure their precious sons and daughters knew exactly what to do: avoid me like the plague, pretend I didn't exist, and under no circumstances, under any circumstances, should they even think about getting friendly with me.
And for what, exactly?
Did they think I was plotting some grand act of revenge? That I'd set up a terrorist attack on Sancta Vedelia just because I was banished? The whole thing was ridiculous.
