News of Murder in the Academy

Something was bothering Xinghua, Ísar could've guessed that much.

The boy looked more and more on edge through the week as the plans for the first year ball were progressing. He'd even almost snapped at Gisela during lunch.

Ísar wondered if he was to ask his fiancé, about what was going on but he also knew how much Xinghua would've withdrawn if he did. The older boy only shared when he wanted to and escaped when he didn't.

"Focus, Mr. Jovevski."

Ísar nearly flinched at his teacher's voice, the vial of wolfsbane juice almost dropping from his hands.