The main hallway of the school was still buzzing with the rumors of the day.
A female figure ran between the students, her breathing short, her hurried steps echoing on the tiles. She dodged a group of boys before arriving in front of a small crowd of girls leaning against the wall.
— Isolde! she shouted.
The leader of the group looked up with a half-drawn smile.
—What is it, Léana?
Léana, panting, placed her hands on her knees before standing up.
— You will never guess what I just discovered.
Isolde raised an eyebrow, amused.
— I'm listening to you.
Léana came closer to her and whispered something in her ear.
As the words flowed out, Isolde's face turned into a smirk.
- Well, well... Ray, what a naughty rascal, she murmured in a voice full of mischief.
Around her, the girls exchanged intrigued looks while Isolde crossed her arms, her smile widening.
— Very good, Léana. Let me take care of it. I have a small idea of how we could have fun with this story.
His light laugh echoed in the hallway like an omen.