"Don't look at me like that."
"Old Yao was the one who asked to see you today, not me. I was only passing along the message... Why send Catherine? Haven't you dealt with her a few times already? It would be so inconvenient if they sent someone new."
Colmar sat sprawled lazily on the broad sofa in the Dean's Office of Jiuyou Academy, opening her mouth from time to time to catch peeled grapes delivered by little elves.
She looked utterly at ease.
Zheng Qing watched the scene, speechless.
"So, what was so important that you couldn't wait until after class to find me?"
As he spoke, he pointed at the empty desk nearby. "Old Yao isn't even here yet, is he? Did you really have to have someone drag me away in front of everyone while I was in class?"
"Is Catherine pretty?" Colmar shot him a glance.
The boy froze for a moment.
"What did that have to do with whether she was pretty?" he asked, puzzled, while also unwilling to answer the question. To be honest, that North District witch had a lovely face and a great figure. She really was beautiful.
"Because when I was in school, I always dreamed that during class, some handsome wizard would stand at the door and loudly say, 'I'm looking for Colmar!'" The witch propped her chin on one hand, her face full of nostalgia. "...Just thinking about that scene makes my heart flutter!"
Zheng Qing rolled his eyes quite visibly.
"I'm not you!"
He cut her off irritably. "And I don't need some witch shouting my name at the door either... You know? These days, whenever I hear an unfamiliar witch call my name, I get short of breath and my heart starts racing. It feels like I could