After leaving Diane's class, Adam walked behind the Common Hall.
Verdant grass caressed his pants, and the familiar plain thickened the air with sweet nectar that eased the worry pressing on his shoulders. Yet as soon as the shadow of the hovering platform obscured the afternoon sun, it crashed back on his shoulders at full force when he saw Desmond's head snapping toward him.
The teenager waved, grinning until his cheeks grew taut and the corners of his eyes curved upwards. Mischief erupted in his violet eyes like fireworks. "Over here!" he shouted, his voice unnaturally vibrant for someone who had lost his sleep after yesterday's disaster.
"Is there anything you're happy about with the trouble we're in?" He walked to Desmond, followed by the other students' sharp gazes and murmurs.
"The two leeches are up to something." Someone didn't bother to whisper.
"That Adam is even worse. Desmond loses points because he's stupid, but that bastard!"
