"Oh no," I muttered under my breath as I noticed Victor's gaze shift toward me. He offered a faint smile and chose the seat next to me.
"How are you, Amael?" He inquired as he set his bag down.
"Fine, thanks," I replied.
Victor seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing, "I hope nothing unpleasant happened when you were summoned by my father yesterday, Amael."
"Oh, no. Don't worry," I quickly shook my head, nearly forgetting that James Raven was Victor's father.
Victor seemed visibly relieved. "After all, you didn't do anything."
"Right," I agreed, grateful that he didn't associate me with John's actions. "I was just eating."
"Merely eating, yes," Victor muttered, a slight grimace on his face that was quickly replaced by a smile. "I didn't realize you had a friend. Is he also in our class?"
"Yeah, he's in the Gold Class," I confirmed.
