"I'll see you in an hour." She told Tristian, kissing his cheek.
"Have a good nap." He told her, smiling with crinkles by his eyes.
Jayla felt like it was required for her to take her nap. The night before she had had a dream about the ominous council of men that were talking about pure-bloods taking over that she had about once a year. Although, the leader who seemed to get stronger and younger in every dream seemed to sound really familiar. Nonetheless she had stayed up all night pacing in her room. Amiyah tried to comfort her slightly but she crashed after an hour.
She smiled back at him before saying the password to the fat lady. She walked in and felt a presence behind her. "Hey, Jayla." She heard someone say as she was midway to her room.
Jayla almost tripped as she turned around. Caesar. "Uh- uhm, hello." She said.
"That's… Tate, right? Tate Travert?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves. She put an odd stress on his last name like it meant something. It was strange that he didn't know his first name but remembered his last.
Shaking her head, she furrowed her eyebrows. "His name's Tristian." He told her and felt wrong doing so.
"Ah…" He let out.
There was a moment of silence. She decided to try to get away from him. He grabbed her arm. "You know… He's a muggle-born…" He muttered in a low tone.
She automatically felt anger coursing through her veins. "What about it?"
"Dunno…" He said with an idiotic smirk. "Aren't they kinda…" He began.
"Whatever you are going to say- no, 'they' are not. I'm a muggle-born, you know?" She snapped. Only a few seconds after she spoke did she realize what she said was a lie.
He narrowed his eyes as he smirked harder. "Are you now?"
She felt like he could see right through her. "Yes. My last name is Wynwood."
"Okay…" He chuckled.
She groaned and turned again. Jayla was allowed to make it eight steps before she had to hear him again. "And Jayla…" He said.
Jayla turned and glared at him. She felt like fire was coming out her ears. "What?" She hissed.
He licked his bottom lip. "If you're ever final realize you want a real wizard, do come find me."
"You are one of the grossest people in this school. I'd rather not be with someone who makes me what to projectile vomit." She snorted maliciously. Jayla turned on her heel and stormed off to her room.
