<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/dyllansmall_zps351171d4.jpg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dyllan</strong></span><br/><strong>The Room</strong></div></div>It sounded as though some of the tension was going out of the brewing fight. Brad wasn't still shouting, though Dyllan knew from experience that sometimes it could take a bit of time for him to build up enough posturing to really be ready to bellow. Dyllan heard Red's voice as she left the confrontation and came nearer to him.<br/><br/>Oh god, he thought, she's going to see me crying. Dyllan didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Red, she was one of the few people at the school who he saw as an actual friend. Gifts of food from her had seen him through tough days when Brad or one of the other bullies had taken his money away from him. They'd even played magic together a few times, though Dyllan had gotten bored of the game once he figured out the underlying mathematical patterns.<br/><br/>So he wiped his face with his hands and brushed them through his hair to hide the tears. It was a completely ineffectual attempt and his reddened eyes were still quite obvious, but he raised his head and looked over to her. His voice was barely a whisper, trying not to let Brad hear him over Max's almost sung insults and Rayes indignant defense of school rules.<br/>"I'm okay, just a little shaken up. He caught me by surprise, I thought I'd be safe in here."