 be curious, not judgmental
Sickly pale but otherwise expressionless - though anyone with a trained eye would see the lingering cold darkness in her eyes - the Head Girl re-entered the classroom, set her bag down by the wall, and took a brief moment to survey the current classroom scene before crossing over toward Zander, her wand in hand.
And she was very, very deliberately avoiding Dakest's gaze.
"Ready to do the thing?" The... homing thing? The activity? Whatever Dakest had wanted them to do that Soph no longer recalled the details of anymore, nor did she seem to care? Whatever it was?
All that mattered was getting through the class without anyone getting on her case so she could leave with Zander at the end and not get them penalized for leaving class. One thing at a time.
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