Soon enough, Michael found himself relegated to the lounge, head lowered as he endured a full-blown lecture—from none other than Melody. The same spoiled noble who had defied Professor Quinn's orders and used magic, leading to the gravity punishment their entire class had suffered.
"Hold on, I still don't get what he did wrong…" Rudy chimed in from the side. "You're saying Michael's spell didn't even touch them?"
Melody frowned. "An attack is an attack, whether it lands or not," she replied. "With someone as prideful as Braydon, I doubt he'll let this slide."
"He was already targeting me because of your father," Michael snapped, forgetting his audience. "What's changed now?"
"Her father?" Rudy echoed, eyes narrowing in confusion.
Melody's eyes widened for a split second before she scowled, shooting Michael a sharp glare for his slip. Just as she opened her mouth to make an excuse, Michael stood.
