We were being followed.
Outside Necromancer Academy on our first full weekend, Seph and I strolled through the gates toward town. The blustery wind whipped at our cloaks, tossed my hair into my eyes and mouth, and deceived us into thinking we were alone since we could barely hear over its whistles and howls.
Up to this point, the rest of the week had been fairly normal with no more threats or bullies. Seph and I ate. Professor Wadluck was still missing. Ramsey seemed to be avoiding me. And the dead man's hand had remained stubbornly closed.
Oh, and Seph had transferred out of P.P.E. to take History of Defense, which was right next door. I would've transferred, too, but I wanted to explore the gym, peek into its nooks and crevices and see why it affected Seph the way it did. I'd found
