Ezra nodded once, then stood up, adjusting the sleeves of his white shirt.
He straightened the cuffs before turning towards the podium.
The attention of the students followed him as he left his place on the stage.
Some watched him in silence, while others whispered to the people standing beside them.
A few stopped talking altogether when they noticed him moving.
The atmosphere hadn't improved.
If anything, the demand for his expulsion had made the situation even more uncomfortable.
Ezra walked at an even pace.
He didn't rush, nor did he appear to be dragging his feet.
His expression remained plain as he approached the podium, seemingly unaffected by the number of eyes following him.
Before Tristin returned to his chair, he made sure to walk past Ezra.
"I told you I would make your life miserable for daring to hit me in the face."
Tristin whispered to Ezra with a faint, smug smile.
