Mischief and Mayhem [3]

Adrian drummed his fingers against the table, glancing around at the chaos of the Great Hall with barely concealed amusement.

The air was thick with laughter and confusion, students still reacting to their unfortunate but hilarious predicament.

Some were examining their blue-stained hands in horror, while others had simply accepted their fate, now casually eating breakfast as though being the color of a blueberry was entirely normal.

Sevan leaned forward, whispering, "Flinders is going to kill someone for this."

Aiden nodded, his eyes scanning the teachers at the front of the hall. Flinders was still fuming, his stained hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles- well, if they weren't blue- would have turned white.

Adrian, however, was grinning like a criminal who had just pulled off the perfect heist. "Worth it," he muttered.

But then his smirk faltered.

Sevan followed his gaze and froze.