"Everyone take your own seat," he said calmly, his dark eyes sweeping across the room.
His gaze landed on Boo, who was still floating near the ceiling in a state of panic.
Boo froze mid-float.
Then, in a move that shocked everyone, he immediately dropped down and sat on his desk.
Not hovered above it. Not floated beside it. Actually sat.
On the desk.
Like a normal child.
Luna's jaw dropped.
Drake blinked three times in rapid succession.
Felix leaned forward so fast he nearly fell off his chair.
Even Vlad Jr.'s perfect composure cracked slightly, his eyebrows rising.
Boo never sat on furniture. Boo considered sitting to be "beneath ghost dignity." He had once given a five-minute lecture about how ghosts were "vertical beings by nature" and that chairs were "traps for the living designed to capture souls."
And now he was just sitting on his chair. Like a peasant.
Boo noticed everyone staring and crossed his arms defensively.
