(Hirre's POV.)
"Hirre Monreal right? Is she showing her support for Severus?"
"What the hell she's doing here?"
"Ohhh, the son of b***h is here."
"Why is she making a fuss here? Is she out of her mind?"
"Poor Prince, I think he will be lost this campaign."
I heard from the crowd around me their voices that cursing me. All of them were thinking that I am not worthy to be here in their front. I felt the same ambiance where I found myself in the judgmental eyes of the people around me last year. I felt that I'm in the middle of eagerness and fear to face them.
I clenched the microphone tightly and took a deep breath, giving myself a clear mind to speak. I knew in myself how to handle this. Because I really expected this even before.
"Hirre, calm yourself. We doing this not for ourselv
