Waking from a bad dream

“What are you both doing?”

Amber turned and they both saw Bathilda standing at the entrance of the classroom.

“Someone is down here,” Sage said and added, “still alive.”

Bathilda walked to where they stood and she looked at the both of them before looking down and she moved around a bit before stopping. She tapped her boot on the ground and said, “This spot should be good.”

“So?” Sage asked, looking at her with a raised brow.

Bathilda raised her head and moved it to the side to look at him. “Smash into it,” she said and when he didn’t move, she tapped her boot on the spot again.

Amber watched the both of them and she took her time to guess who is older between them. To her, Bathilda should be around the age of twenty five while Sage should be a few years older. And now she could not help but think about Mirabel at the moment. When Jade had visited during the bonfire, she had tried to gain his attention. So now that the world had come to this, if she happens to set her eyes on Sage, o