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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfNOdsvMke4][i]Well, was I supposed to wait for you, sweetheart?
And hide away the shame
Yes, I keep it all inside
Though the thought had crossed my mind
To do all the things I regret… And we don't want that[/i][/url][/center][hr][hr]
Two days after receiving the news of Kalder waking up, Demi was on her way to Potions class after yet another sleepless night. Her decision of leaving things in the past didn’t seem to be agreeing with the rest of her body, which was trying to rebel against her by refusing to have a good night’s sleep. For those who knew her, the brunette wasn’t very tolerant after lack of sleep, so the day had already begun in a not-so-good way. Her spirits had been lifted by some breakfast, though, and she hoped that this would be the turnaround for her day to keep improving.

Boy was she wrong.

Demetria had arrived at the dungeon five minutes before class was due to begin, making a beeline straight for the table she shared with Noel, who was already there. She took her accustomed seat next to the guy, who couldn’t help but give her one of those irresistibly sly smiles. He knew how much she liked it when he smiled like that, and how hard it was for her to simply discreetly wink at him and leave it at a polite ‘good morning’. The blond male wasn’t giving up that easily, and decided to move his arm in a way that their hands were sitting next to each other. Smirking, Demi moved her hand just enough to lock her pinkie finger with his, which earned her a wink from Noel. Ever the clown, Noel grabbed a handful of beetle eyes from his potions kit and playfully threw them at Demi. Smiling at his childish antiques, Demi grabbed a handful of them as well, intent on throwing some back. However, before she could do that, her attention was caught by the dungeon door opening and closing. The smile she’d had was quickly wiped off her face at the arrival of the one student who’s chair had been empty for what had seemed like forever.

Kalder Sigourney was making his way into the dungeon, looking as healthy as he could be considering he’d been at the verge of death neatly a month before. His face was back to his usual mask of cool and collected arrogance, which was interesting seeing as he was entering the very place he’d gotten poisoned at in the first place. But the real kicker was that he wasn’t alone… Because holding his arm was none other than Beatrice Balthazar, looking a little bit too pleased and smug to be used as a human walking stick in Demi’s opinion. Then again, the brunette knew her ex-best friend was probably living for the fact that Kalder needed her in any type of way. This did not do anything to help the American girl’s racing thoughts.

In an attempt to focus her attention elsewhere, Demi purposely kept her eyes looking pointedly in the opposite direction. Her face was now a mask of stone, in which traces of anger could be found peeking through if one knew her well enough. The beetle eyes she’d been messing around with earlier were now crushed to powder on her white-knuckled fist as she tried to channel all the raging feelings inside her into this action. By this point, her nails were making deep crescent marks on her palm, which didn’t go unnoticed by her Potions partner.

Noel looked at her, perplexed at what could cause this reaction. "[color=green]What's wrong?[/color]" He asked lowly, looking down at his notes. "[color=green]Did I mess something up?[/color]"

[color=darkred]“It’s nothing. You’re fine.”[/color] she replied rather harshly, pointedly looking to her right. She refused to move her eyes to the front where Kalder and Beatrice would be in full view.  

Nodding, the boy would turn his attention to the materials, although a mischievous thought crossed his mind. "[color=green]No, [i]you're[/i] fine,[/color]" He whispered to her, trying to be coy.

Demi let out an exasperated sigh. [color=darkred]“Noel, as much as I like it, I do [i]not[/i] have time for this shit right now…”[/color] she responded, the crescents in her palm looking dangerously red now.

"[color=green]Okay, but...you're going to end up in Kalder's old bed if you keep that up,[/color]" Noel pointed to her hands.

The mention of Kalder was enough to trigger Demi. Her mask was now gone, the anger she was really feeling now shining through her every feature. She turned her furious blue eyes to the young man sitting next to her. [color=darkred]“I swear to God, Noel, if you mention that name one more time the next one that’s going to be poisoned is you.”[/color] she muttered, fist now released and marked palms exposed.

"[color=green]What? Why?[/color]" Now it was his turn to get annoyed. "[color=green]Why is it anytime his name comes up in a conversation you have this bizarre reaction to it?[/color]"

[color=darkred]“That’s none of your bu-”[/color] Demi had begun to spit back, but was interrupted mid-sentence.

Just then, Blackthorn decided to make his grand entrance to the dungeon, asking the students for silence and to settle down for the lesson to begin. Demi, although thankful for the interruption, was seething. Against her will, she turned her eyes to Blackthorn and the blackboard, which meant Kalder and Beatrice were now on her peripheral vision. Today out of all days, she cursed herself for getting Noel as a partner instead of someone -as much as she hated to say it- [i]better[/i]. She knew it wasn’t safe to trust the guy to take notes without making mistakes, but if she was forced to keep looking forward things were not going to have a happy ending for anyone involved.

[color=darkred]“You copy the notes on the blackboard, I’ll take care of what’s being said.”[/color] she informed Noel, quickly turning her eyes to her parchment, where they would stay until it was time to make today’s potion.