The student council office was much like the round table meeting place we first years had—only, unlike it, this particular room was dimly lit, with a long wooden table and a chair at each end and about twelve on the left and right.
The room felt warm and inviting as a faint breeze found its way in from the closed doors and windows, which were further obscured by a dark curtain.
"So…" President Razor began, interlocking his fingers and resting them beneath his chin. "…What do I owe the pleasure of such an unannounced intrusion?"
Amy frowned slightly. "But President, wasn't it you who summoned us?"
The president raised a brow. "Did I? I don't recall doing anything of the sort."
"But I'm sure you did, right guys?"
It was evident the president was attempting to tease us a little, and Amy had walked straight into his trap.
Her thoughts spiraled into confusion as the president denied ever calling us.
