Icy

Atticus's gaze, together with the other youths, slowly fixed their gazes on the form of a red-haired boy standing at the third row of the second-year column, Dell Alverian.

His whole form was currently shaking, his legs trembling and struggling to keep him from falling as he stared at Atticus's figure in absolute horror.

A few months had passed since the incident with Dell, and considering his current reaction as he saw Atticus, it was obvious that it was still very much in memory.

A large space had long since been created between Dell and the rest of the people on the line, each of them staying away from the pool of urine.

Atticus focused on Dell for a few seconds before taking his gaze away, completely ignoring him and started walking towards his designated spot just across the platform.