Everyone in the hall was looking at Archie as if he had grown another head in a span of two seconds. Including me, that is. I didn't know what was going through in his mind but whatever it was, this is not going to end well.
My father glared at Archie with such intensity that I am surprised Archie hasn't turned into ashes right then and there, "Do you have any idea what you just asked me?" He asked, struggling to say each and every word clearly without growling.
Archie, on the other hand, seemed to be cool and collected, like he knew what he was doing, "I knew exactly what I just asked for" He said in a cocky tone adding a cherry on top of my father's rage, "What's wrong with it? You clearly don't want her anymore" He said, smirking as he spoke, "Right, Prosepene?" He asked glancing at
