"Alright, I'm hungry."
Oliver said it after he'd finally stopped pacing around the room.
"Let's go to the dining hall."
Alaric opened his eyes and sat up. He stretched his arms over his head, feeling his shoulders pop, then stood and grabbed his coat from where he'd tossed it over his desk chair.
"Yeah, alright."
Oliver was already at the door, holding it open. "Maybe we can actually have a normal meal without you saying something that'll get us both killed."
"No promises."
"Of course not." Oliver sighed but stepped into the hallway.
They walked through the corridors toward the main building where the dining hall was located. More students filled the halls now.
The smell of roasted meat and fresh bread drifted from the kitchens. Students clustered at various tables.
Alaric and Oliver joined the line forming near the serving counters. Kitchen staff moved efficiently behind the counter, ladling soup into bowls and cutting thick slices of bread.
