Noah entered the dining hall, wasting no time in spotting Naima seated at the Witches’ and Wizards’ table for dinner. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, he quickly darted across the hall and took a seat across from her.
“What’s up with you?” Naima asked, apprising Noah with a bemused expression.
“I’m trying to keep a low profile,” Noah said, filling his plate with a small helping of shepherd’s pie.
“That’s all you’re going to eat?”
“Yeah, I don’t want to spend too long in here eating,” he replied, shoveling the food quickly into his mouth.
“Okay, but…why?” Naima c****d her head to the side in confusion, which made her earrings bob gently as she moved. The gold hoops caught the glow of the candlelight above them, where hundreds of candles floated above their heads, suspended with ma
