Chapitre 95: A witch? - Part 4

Andrew, as annoying as he was, dragged a chair up to the front of my desk and sat with his chin resting on his palms, beaming as if he had just found a treasure. 

"So, how far have you go with—" 

I tossed a crumpled piece of paper into his face, trying to shut him up, but he quickly dodged it. After Violet left the room in a hurry, the mischievous grin on Andrew's face only grew wider. He was very eager to learn more about the situation. 

"Shut up, Andrew." 

"Oh, please! Isn't this what friends are for?" He wailed. "I'm sure something must have happened in Gordom, no? The last time I saw you, you weren't this chummy with each other."

We had indeed gotten a lot closer throughout the course of our time together, and it was evident that Violet had finally opened up her heart to me. She seemed to be expressing more of her emotions to me, and she was even responding to my advances.