They were passing through the main courtyard when Liam stopped walking.
It was not dramatic but he just stopped, the way people stopped when something registered at the edge of their attention and required a moment to resolve into something nameable.
The others kept moving for two steps before noticing, then turned back.
"What," Marcus said.
Liam was looking at something across the courtyard. Not anything obvious — the space was occupied by the usual Monday morning traffic of students moving between buildings, faculty crossing to the administrative wing, groundskeepers finishing the last of the competition dismantling work.
Nothing immediately wrong about any of it.
"That person," Liam said.
William followed his gaze.
