On her way back, Angela spotted Stales standing in front of her classroom, clearly waiting for her.
"We have the same class," he said with a grin.
Angela blinked, caught off guard. "What? They're putting form three and form two in the same class?" That didn't happen at her old school. Things were definitely different here.
"What class is it?" she asked as she headed down the corridor toward the West wing where her locker was. It was right next to Alex's. She grabbed an exercise book and a pen, but Stales let out a laugh and gently pushed them back into her locker.
"You won't need those," he said. "We've got combat class. That's why they combined the forms."
"Combat class?" Angela stared at him. That was definitely new. Her old school didn't even allow rough play, let alone actual fighting. But instead of being scared, she felt a thrill rush through her. "Finally, something in this school I might actually enjoy."
"Really?" a familiar voice said behind her.
