Soon enough, Michael was relegated to the lounge, his head lowered as he received a full lecture from Melody of all people. The same spoiled noble who had gone against Professor Quinn's instructions and used magic—resulting in the gravity punishment the whole class had to endure.
"Hold on, I still don't know what he's done wrong…" Rudy added from the side, "you're saying that Michael's spell didn't even touch them?"
Melody frowned, "An attack is an attack, no matter if it hit or not," she explained. "With someone as prideful as Braydon, I can't see him letting this go."
"He is already targeting me because of your father," Michael shot back on reflex, forgetting who was in the room. "What has changed now?"
"Her father?" Rudy asked, his expression turning even more confused.
Melody's eyes widened briefly before she frowned, sending Michael a glare for his slip of the tongue. Just as she was about to open her mouth to make an excuse, the guy stood up.
