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About five minutes before the start of her class in World History and Literature, she decided to walk back to the building where the classes are held. It was a short walk, really. One reason why she decided to walk a bit slower compared to her usual rushed steps when going her next class. The view outside the buildings is spectacular, even breath-taking. The breeze coming from the lake smells musky, sweet and all together like a freshly-mow grass, so good and inviting that Cassiopeia had to fight her desire to lie down and relax her body entirely.

She took slow, small steps to the grey cobblestones path that leads from the garden back to the school.

Upon entering the school again, Cassiopeia got confused with all the fuss in the hallway. What was going on? It seemed like she missed so much information within the past hour. Welcome to reality, Cassie.

Everyone who were out of their respective classrooms let out a loud wheeze as Corvus pointed towards Cassiopeia with so much fury in his face. Cassiopeia cannot help but gasp. I do not even know what was going on.

Corvus lowered his hand again and faced Professor Trelawney with a dismissed face. "Yes professor, I can accept that I am known in this school as a notorious bad boy and a known trouble maker. But with due all respect, I cannot accept the fact that every single negative thing that is happening in this school is to be blamed to me. Or even to my friends," Corvus acted all hurt and wounded. What a great actor. Hypocrite.

"Why do not you ask Miss Parker where she had been the past hour, Professor? We share the same class in General Mathematics. I believe her presence was not felt all throughout the class," the said male sent a flicker of disbelief in Cassiopeia's eyes.

"Miss Parker?" Professor Trelawney crossed her arms toward her chest and raised her eyebrow, questioning. "Yes, Professor?" she fidgeted. She was nervous than ever. First, she did not know what was going on. Second, she definitely do not know why she was questioned all of a sudden.

Corvus let out a loud scoff and a sarcastic laugh. "Good girl, look, do not act all innocent now. You know what you did," he rolled his eyes. Such a sissy.

She felt her eyes twitching. The poor girl does not even know what was going on. "Believe me or not, I do not even know what you are saying," she confessed with all honesty.

Corvus scoff for the second time and grabbed her wrist harshly she thought her joints are going to snap in two. "Do not lie to us now. We all know you did this to Daphne and I's locker. You were not in class the past hour," Corvus gripped harder in her wrist and it hurt she was going to cry.

In front of Cassiopeia was Daphne's locker full of vandals that says You rot in hell. Die. The words were written in dark red it almost looked like it has been written with blood. "I- I," she found it hard to form words to say. Honestly, she did not even know what to say. She knows that she did not do this. She was not that childish and immature. If she'll do her revenge, she will do it in a way that nobody will ever suspect her and not this way, obviously.

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