Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 2)

(148) TDoKA: The Boredom of Jamil Viper

Afternoon -Thursday, 6th January

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The notebook in front of Jamil was empty despite Master Crewel's lecture about the various kinds of synthetic potion. His hand was still holding on to his pen, but he made no movement to write ever since the beginning of the lesson. His eyes darted from the blackboard to his phone was set beside his book. Jamil was hoping it would ring or vibrate from a new message. But he got nothing. No calls. No messages. Still no sign from Kalim.

He barely registered when he looked up again, lost in his own worries, and the class was almost empty. The writing on the board had been erased, the dust of chalk still stick there. A couple of students was still chatting at their table exchanging notes that Jamil didn't get. Azul himself just finished typing on his phone, a foreign smile on his face before he stood up and left the room. Jamil grabbed his phone from the table, glancing at the screen briefly. Still so sign from Kalim. He sighed and opened his phonebook, looking at the numbers and landing on a certain number of an older sister figure. Maybe he would be more open toward her than him? He sighed again and pressed the number, bringing the phone to his ear as the other line connected not a few seconds later.

["Hello, Jamil."]

He released a breath he didn't know he was holding. At least there were more people he could contact. "Hey, Vidya. Can I ask you something?"

["Sure."]

Jamil drummed his fingers onto the table, arranging some words in his head so it sounded less bad. "Has Kalim ever said something to you?"

There was a hum on the other line before she answered. ["I don't think so. But I remember during the new year, he did say something weird."]

"What did he say?"

["He asked me whether he had been a nuisance at me or not. Jamil, is he okay?"]

Jamil sighed. He let go of his hand and flopped back down to the bed. "I'm tired." He turned to the side, ignoring the pain, and pulled his blanket over his head. "Go away. I need to rest."

He didn't get an answer, which was good. Maybe that thickhead finally gets the message. A few moments of silence before he heard the sound of footsteps. It was gentle at first before it took off on a run.

"I'm..." Jamil curled his fingers. "I have to go. Thank you, Vidya."

["Yeah. Just call me if you need anything."]

Jamil nodded. "I'll remember that" Jamil pressed the end call button and sighed again, pressing a palm to his face. Is Kalim okay? He has to be. That kid can bounce back without losing a rhythm. He's just being overdramatic. This is just his rebellion phase that's all.

A pair of hands slammed in front of him, making him jump in his seat. Looking up at the owner, he came face to face with a redhead with glaring grey eyes. Jamil huffed. "Riddle."

"Jamil." Riddle nodded as a greeting. "We need to talk."

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Riddle has closed the door of his bedroom behind him once both of them entered his prefect bedroom. Nobody would disturb them. Jamil was looking around, seemingly impressed by the tidiness of the red-accent room. Riddle looked at him from his spot, noticing the longer cape used to be worn by the Scarabia prefect. So it was true from what he had been hearing about Jamil taking Kalim's position in his absence.