I pushed open the classroom door, stepping into the familiar space with its rows of wooden desks and tall windows overlooking the training grounds.
A few students glanced up as I entered. Their eyes tracked me briefly, curious, maybe a bit surprised, before they returned to their conversations.
Well, I have been absent for over a week. They probably thought I'd died or dropped out.
I made my way to my usual seat beside Kyle, who was already there, sprawled back in his chair like he owned the place.
"Look who finally decided to show up," he said, grinning.
"Shut up."
Emma sat a few rows ahead, her brown hair tied back in a practical braid. She glanced over her shoulder at me, caught my eye, and smiled, quick and fleeting before turning back around.
I raised an eyebrow at that but didn't think much of it. Maybe she was just focused on whatever notes she was reviewing.
