During the free period, the hundred or so first-years broke into their separate groups to enjoy the hour reprieve before their next class of the day—History. Many were still buzzing from the disturbance caused in both the Combat and Alchemy classes.
"That damn woman," Braydon cursed, cleaning out his ear with a finger, "I can still feel ringing in my ear," he complained to his group of lackeys as they traversed the halls.
Randolph was beside him, looking rather downcast. Usually he would just echo the boys sentiments, but it was clear that something was wrong.
"What's your problem?" Braydon asked, showing some annoyance.
"I… I lost the medicines my father gave to me." He replied bitterly.
"Those phials? You're really still hung up on that?" Braydon scoffed, "Isn't only a few medicines? Your family can easily afford another batch."
