As soon as the bell rang, chairs squeaked, tiny feet scampered, and Class D exploded into motion.
"Break timeee!" Felix shouted as he zoomed past.
Sable followed quietly behind, while Lucien stood, fixed his uniform collar, and calmly walked toward the hallway.
Alina smiled, watching the little parade of chaos clear the room like a gust of wind.
Then—floating near her shoulder—came a familiar misty swirl of energy.
"Boo."
Alina smiled knowingly.
He hovered beside her like a tiny cloud full of secrets, hands folded dramatically behind his back, eyes wide and sparkling with mischief.
"Teachhheeer…" he said, drawing out the words.
His little face looked way too serious for someone who had crayons stuck in his hair just ten minutes ago.
Alina raised an eyebrow. "What is it now, my little gossip king?"
Boo floated closer, lowering his voice like he was about to reveal the secret to life itself. "Do you remember… when I told you that Principal Dante wants ninety-nine wives?"
