The rain was still going at eight-fifteen when first period began.
William sat in Reylan's class and noted, before he looked away from it, the seat in the third row right where Isolde Varen had been yesterday.
She was there again.
Same seat. The specific choice of someone who had decided where they sat on the first day and saw no reason to change it.
She had a different book today. He caught the title as she set it on the desk — an advanced text on elemental affinity interaction that was not on Reylan's reading list, which meant she had brought it herself, which meant she had access to texts that weren't in the academy library's standard collection or she had brought them from wherever she had come from.
He turned to the front of the classroom.
Reylan began the lecture.
