"Such an extravagant event," Barbara muttered, looking out over the hall. "Was all of this really necessary?"
Her voice remained calm, though the question had enough disbelief to make her opinion clear.
The Hall of Archangels had been prepared with an attention to detail she could hardly fault, even if she questioned the expense.
And everywhere she looked, there were students.
Some were staying close to their families, listening while their elders made introductions on their behalf. Others had already abandoned any attempt at restraint and gathered with friends, speaking excitedly about classes, teachers, and people they hoped to meet. A few were clearly more interested in finding a partner for the evening than discussing the academy.
Barbara supposed she could hardly blame them. Put so many young people in the same room, dress them for a celebration, and give them an evening meant clearly for celebration as well, and their priorities would become obvious soon enough.
