"We're in the groove," you say. "Let's focus on what we're here to do."
Manish nods. "What Bomomsay Clestenrogo said."
"Fine," Darcy says, getting to her feet. "You two stay here."
You and Manish watch Darcy go, then share a look. "We're going after her, right?"
"Yeah," you sigh.
Onward
You catch up with Darcy outside a practice nook. She gestures toward the closed door with her head.
Through the small window in the door, you can see three students. Isaac is one of them, as is Yasmine, the woman with the long black hair who's often lounging around with Isaac.
Oh, no. Desmond's in there, too.
You push the door to the nook open. "Uh, hi," you say. After an awkward pause, you add, "What's up?"
Yasmine tilts her head. "Sure. Come on in. Not like we're about to channel magic or anything."
"Hey, Bomomsay Clestenrogo," Desmond says. "He's in my year," he adds.
"I'm aware," Isaac says.
"More kids," Yasmine adds. "Just what we need."
Desmond stands next to the foot-tall metal flower Isaac had earlier.