The first notice sent me to the western hall. The second explained why I couldn't get there by the western stair. I stood between them with a book under one arm and considered whether either had been written for my benefit.
Water dripped into a bucket beyond the closed stair door.
Probably not.
The morning theory session had moved because a ceiling seam leaked above the usual room. The nearest stair was closed while workers checked where the water had entered. Students were being sent through the passage beside the practice courts. Fenrick stood at the far end of that passage.
Of course he did.
He had two friends with him and a sheet showing the afternoon practice groups. I recognized the way he held it. Anyone approaching would have to look at the page or openly refuse to look at it. I stopped before the turn gave him a clear view.
I could hear his voice above the sound of people moving between classes.
