i can't lose you again.

CHAPTER THREE

Wystan opened his eyes to find himself still inside the teachers' lounge. "Ugh.. What time is it..?" He took a look at the clock that was high up on the wall.

8:00 A.M.

"Oh no-" He began to scramble off the couch before he remembered that he had no classes today.

He sighed and took a good look at his surroundings. He was obviously still in the lounge, but he doesn't remember bringing a blanket with him.

His eyes stopped at a piece of paper that was on the table next to him, so he picked it up and began to read it.

Dear Professor Wystan,

I just wanted to let you know that you fell asleep awfully early, so I brought you a blanket and let you rest. I do hope you're better rested for the dance.

Sincerely,
Professor Palladium

"He's so very thoughtful.." The professor said to himself. "I should get him something as a thank you.."

Wystan eventually got off the couch and snuck up to his room, not wanting to be seen as he looked.. crazed..

First, he took a shower to wake himself up further. Then, he got dressed and headed out the door. He had an important question for Professor Wizgiz.

He spotted the very short teacher by a pillar by his classroom. "Professor Wizgiz! I have something to ask you!" Wystan yelled to the other, speed-walking to get to him faster.

"Hm? What is it, Professor Wystan?" The shorter man had a confused look on his face.

"I- I was wondering, do you um- do you know Professor Palladium's favorite flower?" He struggled to ask. He didn't know why he couldn't ask such a simple question.

"Hmm, I think he's told me once or twice.. Why? What's the occasion?" The shorter male knew why, but he likes to play with people.

"I just- I just want to.. thank him for something.." Wystan said slowly, being careful of what he says.

"I'm just messing with ya. His favorite flower is the Dahlia." He points to a bush outside the school. "That bush over there contains the Dahlia flower."

"Ah, thank you so much, Professor," Wystan thanked the man and ran off before the other could respond.

He quickly made his way over to the bush and plucked a couple flowers from it. No wonder why this is his favorite flower.. They're so full of color..

He arranged the flowers into a medium-sized bouquet and used some string he had with him to tie it all together.

"There. That looks quite nice-"

"Professor Wystan, what are you doing out here?" Asked a squeaky but polite voice.

"Just picking out flowers for someone as a thank you. What about you, Flora? Aren't you supposed to be preparing for the upcoming dance?" He asked the girl before he stood up.

"I just came out here to find some pretty flowers for decoration." She eyed the bush that the professor recently picked from. "And I think these Dahlia flowers will do quite nicely."

Wystan smiled at the girl. "You have excellent taste."

"Thank you. Oh, before I go, I wanted to know who you were getting the flowers for." She had a slight smirk on her face. She knew what she was doing.