#Chapter31
I rubbed my arms against the cold night air that drifted through the castle doors as I went downstairs. It was freezing tonight, and I worried for the phoenix since he was almost completely featherless and hoped he would be warm enough. Voices in the mess hall made me cringe as I approached it, but I needed to eat something; I was beginning to feel quite shaky. I couldn’t survive off toast alone.
I kept my head low as I made my way into the line, wishing I still had my hoodie to obscure my face. The smell of the food made me ravenous, and my stomach growled hungrily. The man in front of me turned and looked down at me before snarling and looking away. Retrieving a tray and plate, I made my way down the line. Only whenever I stopped at one of the stations, the server stationed there would close the lids, not allowing me to retrieve anything.
