The words spoken by the blonde caused the werewolf’s expression to change to that of a death glare of some degree before vanishing as if it never existed at the the question regarding grades.
" Huh — what I made? A 9.3. Not sure how that’s possible considering I only answered one question plus my name and slept the rest of it. "
A blink at the sudden glare... Followed by another for the grade. 9.3. A 9.3.
The butterfly went to flip the table over... But being a butterfly; she was weak. Huffing and sitting down, she slumped and pouted. No words were spoken; but that definitely hit her. And hard.




