Elara moved through the crowded space with her usual composure, her tray balanced effortlessly in one hand. Her indifferent gaze swept across the sea of students, her eyes landing on a familiar head of wild red hair near the far corner of the room. Amberine. She was sitting at one of the tables, her face set in a scowl, her tray practically untouched in front of her. As Elara approached, Amberine's head snapped up, her eyes narrowing.
"You," Amberine growled, her voice dripping with irritation. "What do you want?"