The massive hall was buzzing with excitement, the kind that made the floors vibrate underfoot and my stomach knot in equal parts anticipation and dread.
And maybe nausea.
Students from three different schools filled the space.
Moonveil Academy's crowd wore no uniforms. Crimson Crest Academy, Scott's Academy, stood out in sharp crimson jackets and shirts. Too on the nose in my opinion.
While the other school, Blackwater Hall, moved in a tide of deep navy.
I spotted Scott almost immediately, and as I anticipated, that infuriating smirk was plastered across his face.
I rolled my eyes before I even processed my growing irritation. Freya beside me noticed and muttered, "That one is nothing but trouble," her tone dripping with all the exasperation of someone who had witnessed his antics for far too long.
And of course, to make everything worse, Nicklaus had forced himself into the seat next to me. Despite my multiple protests.
