No Promises

(We doing this?)

Kalo groaned and placed his elbows on the table, propping his head up in his hands.

"Fine, but no promises."

Relax, easier said than done, but it was his only option. Otherwise he felt something was going to explode, and it wouldn't be a basketball this time.

"Do de- I mean, guys like Isack get hit by hormones harder or something...?"

Kalo raised his head, chuckling lightly upon seeing the girl.

"Mabye your senses to these sorts of things have just...dimmed over the years." Kalo joked, erupting into heavy laughter at the hurt expression on his friend's face.

"Bruh, I'm kidding, chiilllll. Who even is that girl anyway?"

Kalo pondered this strange girl. Purple hair, she was probably a witch. Then again, if Peter was an undercover witch, almost anybody could be the same. Kalo shook his head, no matter how hard he tried, nearly every thought managed to circle back to the current situation. From Pete to the Headmistress back to now. Kalo sighed to himself, this was going to be harder than it looked.

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