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Her back straightened instantly as Daphne saw her prefects take the floor a uneasy feeling resting at the pit of her stomach. Anna's eyes looked like she could catch fire any minute and conjure a large leather whip out of nowhere, declaring that she would be the winner and that he might as well bow to her and beg for mercy if he didn't want his flesh to be whipped from his bone.
Cale looked just as determined but less confident. Daphne didn't want to recognize it as fear.
Coughing, she shook her head before speaking. "Just wondering if I should move my desk back to make more space for their..." Death Match? Battle of the Sexes? World War Three? Zeus versus Hera. "Demonstration?"
And Latex. Balloons are made of latex.
Callie knew better, but seeing as she didn't hear the girl's comments, she gave her the benefit of the doubt this time. Shaking her head, she just answered, "No, you're fine where you are. Unless you don't trust your classmates of course. Then you can move it back a bit. It's up to you."