It was already Monday, everyone’s most hated day. They heard that there were already two people who transferred schools over the weekend. Kinda a good idea if you think about it, but André’s never gonna admit defeat.
Transferring to a different school is like hiding away from the Headmistress. And if there is anything that André knows better than anyone, it’s that harpies like her needed to be abandoned at a forest where the centaurs can run her over.
If this is gonna be a war, André was — not — the man with a plan.
He was already making trouble enough without even realizing it. What more if he actually decides to do it?
“If you’re planning something, I suggest you just forget about it,” Noah said as he watched him struggle with his tie.
“Oh, no. No, no, no.” André beamed. “I don’t ne
