FREYA
I swallow the biscuit even though it stuck somewhere in the middle of my throat and force myself to smile and give Desmond a little wave. The red eyes disappear and I make a little mental note that I really need to ask him what that means… His nickname comes to my mind but I chase it away quickly.
And then I notice someone else. A tall handsome man with silver hair walks up to Desmond and taps his shoulder in a friendly way, starting a conversation with him and diverting his attention from me. But where have I seen him…
It hits me hard! The realization! It’s the man whom I met back at the tournament fair. He bought me my first three books!
“Odrin,” I ask my friend, “Who is this man talking with sir Desmond?”
“Our headmaster,” the guy replies, “Raymond Baltazar.”
“Oh, my god,” I
