CARINA'S POV
Of all the people, in all the rows, of all species in this very hall, this person could have spoken to literally anybody but Instead, she follows us from 3 rows down all the way to our seats, squaring her shoulders, cocking her hips to the side, staring down on us through the thin rims of her antique glasses, her lips curled up in a sneer
"My, My, My, Look who we have here," she says glaring daggers at Felicia who doesn't seem fazed in the slightest, she ignores the woman above her too focused on the red of her nails turning them side to side, to be fair Felicia's nails were immaculate
"Ahem!" the woman coughs loudly refusing to be ignored
