Hours passed, until it was the time for the flying class.
The second-years stood together with their firebreathers, observing Professor Edwigg as he explained the important skills required to score highest for the competition.
Gwen knitted her eyebrows, not comprehending how everyone pretended to be normal even though there was no sign of Lance anywhere.
They had searched all nooks and corners of the Academy; classrooms, infirmaries, bathrooms, and even dorms. Everywhere except the Keepers' Division of the Academy. That was a place specially reserved for the Keepers in training and the archives.
"Do you think it's Edwigg?" Ty was the first one to speak, "He does look a bit shagged up today."
Vlad nodded, humming in response, "He looks like someone has drained the life out of him."
Gwen glanced at the professor and yes, he did look pale.
