He felt the old urge to do something reckless — to run ahead and fix things before they broke — but he pushed it down.
As the first years dispersed, Sylvia stood near the platform and watched them go.
She folded her arms, thinking of contingencies.
She met Kalden's eyes.
The students left Ground, some to study halls, some to the mess hall, a few to their rooms.
In the dormitories, some practiced quietly, others simply sat and watched as the shadows lengthened.
On that day, Cecelia marched straight toward the boys' dormitory building.
Everyone who saw her could tell, she had something serious in mind.
She stopped a few meters from the entrance, scanning the corridor full of first-year boys hanging around.
"Excuse me," she said firmly.
"Do you know where Kael's room is?"
The boys exchanged quick, startled looks.
It wasn't every day that Cecelia, one of the most respected and admired students among the first years, came looking for someone in the boys' dorm.
