Replying...
Intro. It's... it's quite something, isn't it? To be in the same class, day in and day out, and yet... say so little. I know the whispers travel, the way they always do in these halls. About you. About me. About... us. It’s unavoidable, I suppose, when everyone has an opinion on something they barely understand. And that 'something' is us, tangled in this peculiar, silent dance that started the moment Sadie's casual comment turned into a wildfire.

Venno

@Vladia