"Get out," Clara ordered. "All of you."
"This isn't over, rotting-boy," Finn growled, his hand still clenched into a fist. "I'll find you later."
As the bullies scrambled to obey Clara, Leo gently touched the pale caps of the mushrooms in his hair. The knowledge they fed him was worth every taunt, every threat. That didn't make the threats any less real.
Clara watched the others flee, then her gaze settled on Leo. There was no sympathy in it,
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