Step by step, the boy approached, the gulf of space between us growing smaller with each passing moment. His gait, which had once been hesitant, had become more aggressive and surer.
"You don't have anything better to do than walk around talking to people's girls?" the young man sneered when he was five feet away from me, his voice trembling ever so slightly with the weight of his suppressed anger.
Our tense exchange had not gone unnoticed, the crackling electricity of our confrontation drawing the attention of our fellow mages like a magnet.
Slowly, the silence of the academy grounds was broken by the quiet rustle of footsteps, the curious and concerned eyes of our peers turning to observe the drama unfolding before them.
As they watched from the edges of the academy, the gathered crowd created a new atmosphere, one that was charged with the anticipation of conflict and the promise of a spectacle.
