Aveline lifted her head.
A few classrooms down, she saw him.
The silver-haired man.
He stood exactly as she remembered; leaning lazily against the wall, as though time moved differently around him. His pale hair caught the light, giving him that same strange, otherworldly presence. Ethereal, almost celestial… and yet…
Weird. Very weird. Especially for someone who had been so insistent about her keeping his night robe.
"What was his name again…?" Aveline muttered under her breath, frowning faintly.
But the thought didn't linger.
Because something brighter, warmer, far more important bloomed in her chest instead.
Her eyes widened.
She wasn't alone here. She had a friend. A friend!
The realization struck her with such sudden force that it chased away the lingering tightness in her chest. The cold fear that had clung to her moments ago loosened, replaced by something almost childlike in its sincerity.
