WILLA
The history classroom sat at the highest point of the academic building.
Unlike Professor John's classroom, this one felt ancient. It looked ancient too.
Dark wooden panels stretched across the walls, broken only by enormous portraits of stern-looking men and women dressed in silver-trimmed robes. Beneath each portrait rested engraved plaques with names too complicated for me to fully read before my attention drifted elsewhere.
Above us, the ceiling arched high overhead, painted with moon phases and strange symbols that looked centuries old.
Verah and I tiptoed quietly into the room, earning curious glances from a few students nearby.
Verah immediately pressed a finger to her lips, silently telling them not to draw attention to us while we carefully made our way toward our desks with the professor's back turned.
"You."
My breath caught instantly. Verah and I froze mid-step.
