Chapter 32: Wildfire at the tables
At the other side of the Elites’ table, Lucian sipped his tea, his expression unreadable, seemingly unaffected by the growing commotion around him. Though the room buzzed with whispered gossip and students began casting furtive glances in his direction, he appeared seemingly uninterested in the growing whispers and speculation.
"Seems like everyone’s heard about your new roommate," Blake remarked casually, her tone light as she glanced around at the curious students.
Lucian gave no outward sign of acknowledgement, his face as impassive as ever.
Sawyer, seated beside Blake, clicked his tongue in exaggerated disappointment. He complained, "Of course, the one year I decide to have a roommate is the year I shouldn’t have one. So, does this mean... humans are o—Ow!" he yelped as Blake kicked him under the table.
Blake shot him a warning look.
"I was just asking!" Sawyer protested, rubbing his chin, though he quickly leaned back in his chair with a dramatic sigh. "But seriously, a human in Lucian’s room? It’s shocking."
No one had expected for Lucian to room with a human, and it would be a lie if Blake said she wasn’t shocked. She said, "Poor girl. I heard from my roommate that she worked hard for weeks to finish that scarf, and then it was stolen by Alanna. That’s how she ended up in this mess."
"Oh, the scarf! I remember it. I didn’t know Alanna was poor. Guess she should be sitting at the Groundlings’ table," Sawyer said in a thoughtful voice. "I would have thought they were fighting over Lucian’s attention. They always do."
"I wonder if she’s going to fail by not making it to the library on time," Blake remarked, before completely switching the subject.