"That can't be… isn't that the Student Council President?" Ceres said slowly, pointing at the wild blond senior.
Huh?
For a beat, I thought Ceres was the crazy one.
Then came a soft chortle from the blond senior who had latched onto me, only to pull away just as suddenly. Her golden hair fluttered like threads spun from sunlight.
I stumbled slightly, catching my balance with effort, then looked from Ceres to the senior again.
"What?" I gaped, frowning.
"What did you just say?" I asked Ceres again, this time with more urgency.
Ceres looked on impassively, her red eyes as unimpressed as ever. There were only a handful of times I'd seen her expression shift in reaction to anything — this wasn't one of them.
If she was joking or messing with me, or anything at all, I couldn't tell. Her stare was flat. Unreadable.
"That's the Council President. The First-Ranked Cadet of the Third Year."
I paused, straightened up, and wrinkled my nose.
