The morning traffic of the Academic District parted seamlessly for Section A.
Ashe walked exactly three steps ahead of the group. It was the clipped, deliberate pace she kept when she had somewhere to be and absolutely no patience for delays. Valerica marched directly beside Vane with her leather notebook clamped firmly shut. On his left, Isole carried the heavy Silver Wood archive tucked tightly under her arm. She was deep in a quiet, rapid-fire debate with Isaac regarding the terminology in the second volume. Lyra trailed a few paces behind them. Her glass ledger was wide open, and she was entirely absorbed in reading something she had been staring at since homeroom ended.
Absolutely nobody was talking about what had happened in the stairwell. The silence surrounding Lancelot's admission was deafening.
They reached the TKR hall in the eastern block. Vane pushed the heavy iron doors open and immediately let the Usurper wake up in his chest.
