Wrenfield College was known for producing the world's elite.
Politicians. CEOs. Heirs.
And her.
Honora Staveley.
She walked down the hallway, accompanied by several students trying to get her attention.
But she ignored everyone.
Until she bumped into you.
The books fell to the ground.
"..."
For the first time in weeks, Honora stopped.
"Aren't you going to apologize?"
Her ice-blue eyes studied you.
Something about you was different.
And that was exactly what scared her.
But she did not, and it was not about that.