There was a look of astonishment on Joanna's face the instant the owner of the voice stepped foot into the large hall.
[What the hell is he doing here? Wasn't he busy with her so…]
Joanna didn't know what to make out of Amos' entrance.
[What is he doing here?]
Mr Fin couldn't mask his expression of shock. And luckily for him, the students were too busy looking at the gutsy student who dared to challenge him to see his dumbfounded look.
"You didn't say anything, Sir," Amos, now standing some distance away from the podium, said as he folded his hands behind him.
"Don't tell me you want to go back on your words Sir," Amos questioned. The way he kept emphasizing the word Sir made Joanna a bit worried.
"What the hell is he up to now? Isn't he afraid of making a fool out of himself if ends up not being able to give Mr Fin a satisfactory response?" Joanna mumbled.
