The crowd shifts and is slowly moving towards the ballroom. When the people up front enter, loud gasps fill the place and even we can hear them at the back. It is a mix of awe and shock, but despite wearing heels, I can't see what's going on.
We made it inside and I kept reassuring myself by repeating inside my head that it will be fine. The head voice quiets down when I am fully in the ballroom and check out the place. The Academy has always felt like from another place and time, but this is a new high score. I am amoazed by the rich atmosphere, literally. Almost everything is covered in gold, except the white Greek pillars holding the balconies. The colors make it feel warm in here, like I am in country with a constant summer or some sort of sun kingdom. And they haven't held back when it comes to decorations and food either. It all is grandious, making me feel out of place, like I have been invited to some rich people gathering by accident.
I went back to talking to myself, mentally preparing for the people to stare and comment on our dress, but it isn't that bad. The attention seems to be placed someplace else. When the whipes finally reached us, we heard the other students talking about someone's toga. I was going to say something, fight them if they are going to bad-mought us, but Reilly quickly grabbed me by my shoulders and twisted me on spot. She brossed arms in front of the chest and scoffed. I asked what's wrong and she only nudge with her chin into a certain direction. My eyes followed to that spot and I finally find out what's the main reason for all the chatter. Saxa is standing near one of the tables, puffing her chest out like a proud peacock. She is the center of the attention because like us, she had a similar idea, even though it was probably for a different reason. Saxa also chose a colored toge but hers is completely gold.
It's like the whole ball is put on hold when everyone is busy commenting on Saxa's dress. The chatter is suddenly interrupted when the principals finally start the opening speech. We clean the dancefloor and go find a spot to wait until they call us for the dance.
Everyone is trying to see or stand out, so I am pushed through the crowd. Being fed up with it, I go stand near the wall, separating from the girls. I hear a familiar voice talking to someone, and when my eyes find Mr. Hale, he is standing only a few feet away. Not wanting to stand here alone, I walk towards him, but he is occupied by kinda arguing with a stranger dressed in black suit with red embroidery which is giving him a strong aura. The blond guy looks too young to be a professor and I can't also place him into our academy. He seems pissed about something and Mr. Hale is just confused. When he doesn't get whatever answer he expects, the guy grabs Mr. Hale by the colar. Without thinking about a plan, I am already on my way to them. All I musted is to greet Mr. Hale and then I just stand there when the blond guys stares at me.
Me: Everything okay?
Mr. Hale: Just a small misunderstanding.
Blond guy: We will talk when there are no interruptions, Killian.
The guy lets go of Mr. Hale, slightly pushing him but not enough to make him fall. The blond dude gives me a death glare, turns back to look at Mr. Hale and then back to me, he scoffs. As he is leaving, he doesn't care about where I stand and if I didn't manage to move out of the way, he would bump into me with full force. He pauses and leans closer to whisper cute into my ear. Before I can say anything back, he leaves.
Me: A friend of yours?
Mr.Hale: I have no idea who that was.
Me: He seems to know you well, to call you by your fist name.
Mr.Hale: You did it as well.
Me: That's different.
Mr.Hale: Is it?
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Hallor Chronicles
FantasíaHave you ever thought when you were little that you could have magical powers? Maybe you did but then you grew up and you forgot about it. But what if I told you that there are people with these special gifts? They could be you, or me, or your class...
