Irritation lodges into the back of my throat. "So when is this going to end?" I ask.
Sniggers follow me as I walk through the common room. Someone silently convulses, reenacting my unceremonious electrocution yesterday.
"Just give it a few weeks, or months," Soph says breezily.
When she continues out the door, I pause. "Aren't we supposed to eat here?"
"No. We have breakfast in the dinning hall in mornings and evenings. Afternoons we eat at the canteen."
"Okay."
We make it out the huge double doors. I tense on instinct when gazes slide towards us and stay as we walk by the halls. It doesn't help that in the sea of uniform grey and white, I stand out like a sore thumb in my yellow button-down and jeans. It's the most modest I've ever looked.
"Why the hell do they stare so much?" I as
