(Luna)
The summons comes the morning after the fire: a folded note slipped under my door in handwriting I don't recognize, asking me to come to Professor Greymane's study before midday. I read it three times before I let myself move, as though the words might rearrange themselves into something else. I'm not surprised, though. After yesterday, after the whispers and the half step back and the word prophecy passed hand to hand across the training grounds like something contagious, I've been waiting for somebody official to finally say the word out loud to my face. Part of me has almost wanted it, if only to stop the waiting.
His study sits tucked away in the oldest wing of the main hall, and the second I step through the door, I understand why nobody talks about this place much. The air i
