Third Person
“Hey Nol! Where ya headed?” one of his newest squad members shouted.
“Yeah, we never see you ‘round anymore,” another whined.
“Running patrol,” he muttered, glancing over his shoulder at his group. The lot of them were seated around the various benched tables, giving him curious looks.
“You ever just chill bro?”
“It’s Nol. You know he’s been on edge since the Purebloods came sniffing around.”
“But we signed that treatise. The Circle can’t even—”
“It’s a girl,” another called.
A few snorted. One chortled loudly.
“Girl? The only thing Nol loves is his rank.”
“He’s fully committed to his duties as squad leader—"
Nolan didn’t hang around to listen, ducking out of the mess hall. A few called after him about being a sore sport but it wasn’t like that.
There was a girl.
