The doors shut behind us with a sound like the whole building exhaling.
Rows of students filled the hall below the dais, robes a mix of black — my year, apparently — and darker shades that must've marked the upperclassmen. I counted maybe forty faces before I gave up counting and just picked the ones staring hardest.
There were a lot of those.
"Relax," I muttered to no one, mostly myself. "I promise I'm only mildly cursed."
The girl nearest me — dark hair, sharp eyes, unmistakably related to someone I already hated on sight — did not look amused.
"You're Symon Wardreth."
"Depends who's asking."
"Delilah." She said it like a warning label. "Lucifero's sister."
"Ah." I gave her my best smile. "So the resemblance isn't a coincidence."
"Don't talk to me."
"Bold opening line. I respec
