The older boy sat down among the younger children, flustered. They giggled, until he gave them an I'll-find-you-after-school look and they instantly stopped. The younger boy had a bruised face and a bust lip and his nose was bleeding, and Bram would have been proud of showing him who was stronger, were it not for the fact that the teacher was now involved. He hadn't thought that far ahead. He would have been frightened of every teacher who had caught him misbehaving, but this particular specimen was especially imposing. Bram followed, trembling, along with the other boy, who was pressing his nose with his fingers and suppressing his sobs.