The dust had settled, and the halls of Hexside Academy were slowly returning to their former lively state after the final confrontation with Belos. Students bustled about, catching up on missed studies and reminiscing on their adventures during the whole ordeal. Among them was Willow, her spirit uplifted by the victory but still carrying the weight of the past.
As she walked through the corridors with a potted plant in hand, Willow couldn't help but notice the lingering glares from Boscha, the star captain of the Grudgby team and perpetual bully. Boscha's presence seemed to cast a shadow over the joyous atmosphere, reminding everyone of the darker days they had endured.
Boscha, her smirk twisted with malice, stepped into Willow's path, blocking her way with a deliberate stance. "Well, well, well, if it isn't little Willow. Still hiding behind your plants, I see."
Willow met Boscha's gaze with an exasperated expression. "Seriously, Boscha? Are you still resorting to the same old bullying tactics? Even after all that's happened? It was already tiresome back when we were children, and it's just as tiresome now," she told her. "Can't you come up with anything new?"
Boscha's eyes narrowed, a flash of irritation crossing her features. "Watch your mouth, Willow. You may have helped save the Isles, but that doesn't make you any less of a weakling."
Willow sighed, shaking her head. "You haven't changed a bit, have you? Still clinging to your petty power trips."
Boscha bristled at the remark, her fists clenching at her sides. "You think you're so smart, don't you? Well, let me remind you who's still in charge around here," she stated before smiling maliciously. "Now that Belos and the Collector are gone, it's back to business as usual. You thought I made your life miserable before? Well, just you wait!"
But Willow simply shook her head, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You're right, Boscha. You are still in charge. You're still in charge of nothing but your own bitterness. And frankly, I'm not interested in playing your games anymore."
Boscha's smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. She wasn't used to being challenged, especially not by someone she had once considered beneath her.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Boscha retorted, trying to regain her composure.
"It means," Willow continued, her voice steady, "that even though everyone else around us has grown up, even after all that's happened to us since the Day of Unity, you're still stuck in the same sad, immature cycle of tormenting others just to feel good about yourself. I feel sorry for you."
Boscha's expression darkened, her fists clenching at her sides. She didn't like being called out, especially not in front of her peers.
"Oh yeah?" Boscha sneered. "Well… Well, let me tell you something, Willow—"
But Willow didn't let her finish. With a shake of her head, she brushed past her and walked away, leaving Boscha fuming in her wake.
While navigating the crowded corridors, Willow felt a wave of freedom engulf her. Confronting not only Boscha, but also the strength within herself, she emerged more resilient. Despite Boscha's attempts to overshadow her, Willow remained determined to keep shining brightly.
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