The stairs led up to a landing and another wooden door. On the other side of the door, the rest of her housemates, with the exception of a certain being with pink hair, sat. They were situated at one of the VIP seats near the top of the colosseum. There was a stone over the seats built to cover them and hide them from the sun. There were other seats like theirs, but these seemed to be occupied by older people. The rest of the student body was seated in normal seats. To Lexine, this reminded her of a football stadium.
Artin was seated to the far left with Taevlin to his right. They both had their noses stuck in books. Artin was scribbling something furiously in a notebook using a feather pen and a bottle of ink on the stone ledge in front of him. Taevlin's book was small and fit into his palm. His gray hair had been slicked back with one strand falling over his eyes.
