Jules' pov
On alighting the taxi, I felt drained like a zombie as I made my way into the large compound. A few students were scattered around doing different things.
I felt a pang of jealousy inside of me. I could bet that the rest of the students didn't have things to worry about aside dumb things like crushes and how popular they are. Compared to me who's always involved in ond crisis or the other.
Even though I strongly believed that the witch didn't make it, I still kept on hoping that they had been right and that she's currently receiving treatment.
I kept my head lowered as I walked, determined to not run into anyone I know or anyone wanting to start unnecessary shit with me, because should that happen, I'd literally end up bursting into tears in a single go.
