The excitement over Dongji was entirely forgotten as he studied Seojin-a's face. He'd always been on the lean side. Over the last year that they'd known each other, they both had lost some of their childlike features. Defined cheekbones and jaws were beginning to emerge. Ahn-Bo had certainly begun to notice how beautiful his friend was. He'd always been handsome—maybe it was just their closeness that had him more biased. He hadn't expected to see the greens and faint bluish-purple bruises on the face he'd come to know as well as his own.

Ahn-Bo's lips twisted at the vampire's explanation. He knew the moment he heard it that it was a lie. He felt a pang in his gut—if Seojin-a wasn't telling him the truth about something like this, it was because something awful had happened. "You fell off a broom?" He repeated skeptically. The anxiousness morphed into anger, his body beginning to feel warmer than it had just a moment before.

Seojin-a had waved him off and turned away, protecting homework that Ahn-Bo knew without looking had been completed days ago. Unlike the quidditch player, the third year took their assignments and deadlines very seriously. He was never up against the wire, unlike Ahn-Bo, who put it off until the very last moment and then completed it in a whirlwind of stress and chaotic energy. No matter how much cajoling his friend did to get him to start it early, he still hadn't been able to break that particular habit of his.

"You are lying Jeong Seojin. We both know you've never fallen off a broom in your life and you're better than some of the kids on the quidditch team," His eyes narrowed in accusation. Had he been older and more mature, he would have approached this with much more grace. But thirteen-year-old Ahn-Bo knew no such thing as a gentle approach, so it was with a cold anger instead.