Damon sat at the back of the class, as he always did. Except this time, he had company—a fact that made him increasingly uncomfortable.
Leona Valefier, his self-proclaimed best friend, sat directly to his right, her black white hair glowing faintly in the soft classroom light. She lounged back casually, grinning as if she owned the space. Sylvia Moonveil, on the other hand, claimed the seat to his left. Her excuse was simple: she was there to ensure he didn't harm the raven now perched on his shoulder.
Evangeline had also followed, though she hadn't bothered to offer an explanation. She simply took a seat nearby, her quiet presence both calming and bright. And then, of course, there was Xander Ravenscroft. His aristocratic scowl practically burned a hole in the back of Damon's head, his indignation over Damon naming the raven "Ravenscroft" still fresh and palpable.
