Max stepped out of the classroom the moment the door shut behind him and let out a breath like he had just escaped a psychological ambush.
"She's unbearable."
He said it out loud, with absolutely no attempt at subtlety.
"I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who thinks so."
Max turned his head.
Seraphine was still leaning a few metres further down the corridor against one of the walls, arms crossed, wearing an expression of complete distrust.
The mage raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Honestly, I thought I was exaggerating."
Max walked over to her.
"No. Definitely not."
He crossed his arms as well.
"There's something about that woman that makes me uncomfortable."
Seraphine nodded.
"I couldn't explain it precisely."
She looked towards the closed classroom door.
"But her presence feels... wrong."
Max sighed.
Seraphine let out a small laugh.
"Maybe she's just unpleasant."
"That doesn't help."
Both of them fell silent for a few seconds.
