Bonaire sat on his desk and his face was ashen as he listened to the screams outside, "How did it get so far?"
"Get rid of Lazarus!"
He heard the protest again, ringing constantly in his brain and got up.
Going towards the window, he looked through it and sighed, "How could this have escalated so quickly?"
From Bonaire's view, he saw a few students standing in front of the council building. They were protesting while showing a few large boards with Lazarus's name cut off in red.
"Get rid of Lazarus!"
"Rid Off!"
"Rid Off!"
"A Murderer Lazarus!
"Murderer!"
"Murderer!"
"Get rid of Lazarus!"
"Rid of-"
Bonaire looked away as he thought of his friend, 'How could you do that Lazarus?"
A Week Ago…
"Mr. Wilson! How many times do I have to instruct you about your loud behavior?"
"Sorry, Longbottom sir! It won't happen again." Wilson apologized.
Longbottom sighed seeing the earnest apology, "You say that, but I know you'll forget it probably in the next minute."
