Aiden followed Emmeranne through the crowd, weaving past clusters of students who were still buzzing about Lopt's match and was waiting for the next to start.
As he walked, something made him glance back. Maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was the lingering feeling of unease that had settled in his chest.
He turned his head, searching the stands for Adrian and Sevan.
They had been sitting in the same spot for a while now, Adrian undoubtedly still basking in the chaos while Sevan probably looked ready to disappear into the floor to avoid further association. It only took a moment to find them. Adrian was gesturing wildly about something, his face full of amusement, while Sevan sat next to him, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed by whatever ridiculous conversation was happening.
"Where's Professor Anwar?"
Aiden let out a breath and turned back, only to find nothing.
Emmeranne was gone.
He stopped in his tracks, scanning the space ahead of him.
