༺ Noah's POV ༻
As Mari and I stepped into the hall, I couldn't help but scan the room.
Seniors were scattered among the first years.
Handpicked students from the second and third years, likely invited to intimidate and inspire.
Among the clusters of chatting students, I spotted them.
Maya, Ariana, and Draven seated together at a table near the far side of the hall.
Typical.
They always seemed to find one another like moths to a flame.
Draven's casual slouch, Ariana's composed demeanor, and Maya's pointed glances around the room confirmed what I already suspected.
They'd notice me if I approached.
No thanks.
"Come on, Mari."
I gestured toward an unoccupied table at the opposite end of the hall.
Her steps were tentative as she followed me, her nervousness practically radiating off her.
I didn't care to offer her reassurance.
It wasn't my job to coddle her insecurities.
