Time seemed to freeze as the pencil hit the back of Harry's head. Brendan was torn, he wanted to laugh and cry at the same. He heard Shizaya's voice and his mind seemed to click something in place.
Harry turned slowly and Brendan could swear he heard him growling, like a dog or something more vicious. He stood up, cracking his knuckles. Brendan could already hear the whispers from the rest of the team: "Oh snap", "That kid better pray Harry doesn't kill him", "How soon do think that kids neck will snap?" they said.
Brendan cursed himself for a moment, then lunged out of his seat. The ice dropped to the ground and he caught a hold of Harry's arm. "Leave him alone," Brendan said. "Don't you dare do anything to him." Brendan could see the rage in Harry's eyes and could hear his teeth grinding against eachother.
"Brendo, you are so dead when this bus stops," Harry growled.
Brendan knew it was true and yet... "Why are you so mad Harry? Because you know it's true?" he taunted. So dead. He looked at Shizaya for a moment, willing him to stay quiet and let Brendan deal with Harry.