Walking inside the greenhouse to evaluate the plants and herbs was a crucial chore because there was a potion tournament in a week.

The abrupt, enormous splash of water on top of his head, drenching him from head to shirt, stopped his thoughts. "That's quite refreshing." His tone was bland, with a sarcastic undertone. He shifted his glance to your direction.

While pushing his wet hair back, he ran his palm through it. His bored gaze swept your features.