Charis
After my first two classes, I was finally starting to feel like I might survive Ravenshore.
Just before break time, a Sentinel appeared in the doorway of our classroom. He didn't say a word, just scanned the room until his eyes found me, then jerked his head toward the hallway in a clear command.
My stomach dropped. This couldn't be good.
I nodded and gathered my things, acutely aware of every pair of eyes following my movement as I left the classroom. The whispers started before I'd even cleared the doorway—speculation about what kind of trouble the new bastard boy had already managed to get himself into.
The walk to Headmistress Vale's office felt like a death march. Each step echoed in the empty corridors, and I found myself trying to remember if I'd done anything in the past few hours that could have warranted this summons.
