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After the emergency conversation with Esther in the toilet, and the realisation they had both been with the same guy, and Esther had been poisoned by Hayes. The name had rang a bell, it was like she knew who he was, but she couldn’t quite place it. Lyra felt a touch overwhelmed as she made it to her class, her very first class here. It was a lot to handle, not only was she here constantly being reminded of her brother, now on top of that, she had to deal with a guy who completely ghosted her out of nothing, while they had just taken a bit step together, Lyra had thought that had meant something, but clearly, it didn’t seem like it had. And if that wasn’t enough, people were getting poisoned. She wasn’t quite sure how she would navigate her education, when this far her experience at Ninth house had been nothing but a whirlwind.
The first class had been a good class however, enchanted music composition. Which for Lyra had meant an opportunity to take out her harp. This first class, it mostly had been a pleasant experience for Lyra, soothing even. The moments she could play, she felt like her fingers were gliding over the strings of her harp. It could not be denied that Lyra played the harp flawlessly, well, for the most part. One moment during class, she got distracted. Her eyes had met those of Hayes, a bit of shock hit her when she placed the name of the guy who had poisoned Esther with the face. He was a guy she wasn’t necessarily prepared to meet once again. Upon her glance at him, her whole body froze. Lucky enough, after a few seconds, she was able to focus again and play like nothing had happened.
It was only when she saw him approach her, her thoughts went back to him. Her brother’s best friend. The poisoned of her close friend. What if he poisoned her brother too? She studied him, and she quickly observed he looked nothing like he had looked when she had met him before. There was a darkness and heaviness she felt from him now, no, this was not the same guy as who her brother was friends with.
“Leaving a good first impression,” he said softly, catching her off guard. She blinked, processing the compliment, then glanced at her instrument and back at him. [color= #A3B18A]“Thank you,”[/color] she replied, her tone polite but cautious. She felt not quite at ease with him, especially with what happened with Esther. She wasn’t quite sure what his intention was, why he was talking to her. She nodded as he said he was sure the teacher was impressed with them, [color= #A3B18A]“Ms. Walsh is an amazing teacher. We’re all trying our best.”[/color] It didn’t quite come out with her usual soft and gentle tone, however, it was accompanied with a small smile.
With his soft smile, she could see he carried a lot of weight on his shoulder, that he was suffering, yet, slowly but steadily, she was also reassured that it seemed he meant no harm, at least not to her. She knew if she wanted to know what happened to her brother, she had no chance than to expose herself to the risk Hayes appeared to be. She seized the moment to steer the conversation. [color= #A3B18A]“Hayes, right?” [/color] she asked, recalling his name from when she had met him before. [color= #A3B18A]“You knew my brother, Lysander.”[/color] It wasn’t a question; it was a statement laden with meaning. Without waiting for his reaction, she turned around, opened her backpack and grabbed an item from it. After taking a deep breath, fighting to hold back a tear, she faced Hayes again. She grabbed his hand, and slowly, she let a necklace slide into his palm. It was not any necklace, no, it had been Lysander’s. Lyra had carried it with her since she heard the news of her brother passing, but in a split moment, as if guided by his soul, Lyra knew she was not the person who was supposed to carry it with her. [color= #A3B18A]“He would have wanted you to have this.”[/color] She said, her voice soft but resolute.