While Raphael and Azrael were paying the price for what Ophis (accidentally) did that… Meanwhile, in another part of the school,
"Ophis—wait, slow down!" Leo called out, trying to keep pace with the wild energy in her steps.
"Ha! No way! You owe me a date, and I'm collecting it now!" she declared, her small twin tails bouncing behind her like a pair of lively flags as she dragged him forward through the crowd.
The festival's energy surged around them—music thumping in the background, students laughing, bright lights overhead flickering between gold and violet, and the swirling smells of grilled skewers and spun sugar painting the air with a kind of wild magic.
Leo stumbled to keep up, barely catching himself as Ophis wove through groups of people.
"Since when did I owe you a date? And why do you keep calling this a date, you idiot!" he muttered under his breath, cheeks reddening when a few students glanced at them with weird faces.
