Orbs, students and yelling.

This was not what Seren had expected at the end of term feast, no, no, no. Brows narrowed in distaste, she leant back in her seat, closed her eyes, and thought of the greenhouses. Those glorious walls, peaceful in their existence, a place where one would rest in solitude... of course that's where she wished she was in this moment.

Opening her eyes once more, abandoning her attempt to block out the noise and the commotion, Seren took up her teacup and pressed it against her lips. Refusing to put it down, she continued to sip at its contents.


...

Surely Eddie and Althea could sort out their differences privately and not at the feast?!

What example were they setting for the children?!