It was a long day. After Alex almost beating the s**t out of Enzo in the patio, I spent very little time with him since both of us had our classes to attend. I didn’t see Olympia the whole day after that. I was actually a little mad with her for not even allowing me to explain anything and just rushing out of the dorm to tell Alex, and I know she knew exactly how he would react. I wanted to talk to her, so, after dinner, I decided to wait for her in the living room of our dorm. As the weight of the night's events settled on my shoulders, I sought refuge in the words of The Last Pureblood. I was almost done with the whole book, but I kept rereading several poems all the time, making notes and trying to understand better. I don’t know why the words of a thirteenth century andalusian princess
