When the headmaster had handled the fallout from the announcement, the students were told to vacate the great hall in an orderly fashion. Since it was a Sunday, they were free to roam the common areas of the castle, but the mood was such that most would likely just return to their dorms.
Michael caught a pair of eyes glaring at him from below with pure hatred. He turned his gaze in time to see Braydon—their eyes locked briefly before the teen brought his thumb up to his neck and dragged it across slowly, a wordless threat.
Michael didn't react. He had expected this after what had happened earlier that morning.
It was quite a transformation. If before, the guy had merely looked down upon him—he now bore obvious hatred. It was clear that he would be doing his all to attack Michael in the future.
As he watched the noble walk away, his gaze moved to Rudy nearby whose expression was cold. The two shared a brief nod, their conversation up in the dorms still fresh in Michael's mind.
