Sylvia's POV:

I thought that I could train with Flora, but then Warren showed up out of the blue.

Harry and I scooched over to make room for him to sit.

"Sit here, buddy. You're finally here! Please do help your weak wife," Harry teased.

I didn't know if it was because of the heat or because of Harry's words, but Flora's face turned even redder than Harry's hair.

"What wife?" Flora retorted in a low voice.

But it was time for us to practice on our own. Flora's words were soon drowned in the noise around her.

Warren glanced at her and repeated himself firmly. "I can train you."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Flora's face. Blushing, she whispered shyly, "Thanks. I'm sorry to trouble you."

with each other?

at all." Warren stood up and held

Flora was still in a

elbowed her slightly and hissed, "Hurry up. There aren't that many

of this period

hesitated, as if her butt was glued to the chair. "Okay

now." I nearly shoved her off the

Warren, I was left alone with Harry.

wait until Rufus came a little closer. Unexpectedly, Harry rushed up to meet him

student's reasonable request. He had no choice but to be dragged away

with the punching bags on the

rid of Harry. He strode straight to me, grabbed

Rufus in a daze, with Harry at our

more question! Do I really have

little surprised to hear Harry's words. Grabbing Rufus' hand, I asked

an unfriendly tone, "Naturally. Colorful hair is not allowed in the

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