"What are you doing in the room of a prepubescent boy who probably daydreams about having a girl like you locked in there with him?" the apprentice demanded the moment Agnes walked into the hallway.
Agnes could only widen her light brown eyes at the apprentice.
"Quite a nasty thing to imply about one of your dear friends," Agnes resisted, pushing her way into the hallway and walking briskly down the hall. "He is my friend as well, you know."
Irene simply didn't have time for a teenage boy who made a lot of assumptions based on how he believed another boy was 'supposed to' behave.
Rather than go after Agnes, Felix stopped Irene. She attempted to squeeze her way around him by pushing her shoulder into his chest because that's how much taller he was than she even though she had grown a bit in the past couple of years.
"Move, Felix," she demanded. "I don't care what your brain is telling you."
"There are loads of maids closer to your age. Why bother her?" Felix asked.
