Okay, their surroundings. The garden…the duck pond…their fellow students and the box that contained something that they could each carry. All and all a nice day despite the breeze that liked to play with the tips of her hair that she had kept mostly loose if pulled back. Nadia returned her full attention to Professor Feirgrund at the questions raised to the class, the sixth year trying to think of her example even as her brother spoke up with one of his own.

“At home, feeling like I’m being watched is a common occurrence.” And no, not feeling like one of the adults was keeping an eye out. “Sometimes its real, like you’ve caught the attention of one of the creatures in their enclosures…sometimes I’m imagining it like its reminding me to pay attention to my surroundings.” Though she would swear that she knew the cliffs like the back of her hand since she was 7.