Dinner that night was quiet. The only sound from the Great Hall was the clanking of cluttery and sometimes, a small whisper here and there. When the three arrived, they were suddenly hit with a feeling of deja vu.
Whispers filled the space between clinking utensils and hushed conversations, the earlier attack still fresh in everyone's minds. The student who had been attacked was nowhere to be seen, and the staff table held an air of quiet discussion.
Aiden wasn't particularly hungry, but he made himself take a few bites. Across from him, Sevan was quiet, stirring his food absentmindedly while Adrian tapped his fingers against the wooden table, staring at nothing in particular.
Then, amidst the sea of students, a shadow moved closer.
"Don't look up too quickly," came a low voice from behind them.
Aiden tried so hard not to look and to compose his self from looking at the physical education teacher.
