Thomas lestaf

"Are you alright?, you look pale like you've seen a ghost," Matilda pointed the obvious stepping out of the restroom staring at Evelyn who paced back and forth around the room, sensing her presence she stopped her pace and redirected her gaze at Matilda.

"Do you know of a student called Dreymon?," She inquired narrowing her gaze.

"Dreymon?, no, never heard of him, who is that?," Matilda asked moving to the wardrobe to get a change of clothes, along the way water droplets dripped from her wet bun-styled hair to the floor.

"Oh right I didn't even ask him what year he was," she face palmed herself, she had been overwhelmed and beyond relieved seeing him again that the thought had completely skipped her turbulent mind.

"Ah never mind, it's not important," she dismissed the topic, if Matilda didn't know dreymon it was a pointless topic, perhaps Leon might know him?, even if he didn't she was certain he could explain dreymon's strange pale skin crawling with black veins like a rotten corpse