Sylvia's POV:

Many werewolves came in and out of the tennis stadium.

I sat myself on a bench and watched as Harry and Flora played tennis.

Today, it was just a free training day for Class A. We were allowed to choose whatever sport we wanted to practice as training. Tennis had always been my go-to sport ever since I got here. It was also the sport I was best at. However, for some reason, I was very absent-minded and couldn't cheer myself up. After losing three consecutive rounds to Harry, I asked Flora to take my place.

Staring at the tennis ball, flying back and forth, I began to get lost in my thoughts.

"Sylvia, watch out!"

Harry's voice jolted me back to reality and I saw a green ball flying towards me a lightning speed. Bang! The tennis hit me right smack in the middle of my forehead. It was so painful that I had to cover my head with my hands as I snapped out of it.

"Sylvia, are you okay?" Flora ran to me with her racket still in hand and looked at my forehead. "Oh my god. It's so red."

"I'm okay. It's not a big deal. I'll be fine." I tried to smile, but wasn't sure if it looked more like a grimace.

my fault. It was my bad serve." Flora looked

of her hand. "Let's just stop playing. Both of

wasn't absent-minded," Flora muttered, still

to have lost your soul. Your eyes have just

Do you want him to hear

the

He simply nodded at me and then stopped in

he was coming this way, she stood up straight instantly. Before she could say anything, Warren had

groaned. "Can't I have just one day

I just saw you acting very

"You are unbelievable! Ugh!"

hands in mockery.

mood was gone. During

him so bad, but on

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