"..."
"..."
I and John remained quiet as Professor James looked at us disapprovingly.
But why me?!
'I've done nothing,' I thought to myself, adopting the role of an innocent student who had refrained from causing harm.
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I maintain that I'm a model student, steering clear of unnecessary conflicts.
"Could you please explain the significance of the bracelets on your wrists?" Professor James Raven interlaced his fingers and inquired. "I hope you didn't mistake them for mere decorative trinkets gifted by King Charles."
"If I may, Professor," I interjected, needing to clarify before my mother and sister beat me up. "I wasn't involved in the altercation. John is the one responsible."
John turned his head to me, his expression betraying a sense of betrayal, his usual glare returning. "You... you bastard! They instigated it!"