As I collapsed back into my seat, Professor Augustus opened his mouth to say something about my extended bathroom break. His gaze met mine, and he closed his mouth, jaw clenching. Mercifully he said nothing. Whatever he saw on my face kept him silent. But the corners of his eyes crinkled, and his mouth pinched, like he was distressed. I wiped at a tear, rocking in place. He snuck glances at me for the rest of class. His expression tightened as time passed, until he was a dark cloud of fury. What is he mad about now?
