Celeste's POV
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12:55 pm, General Meeting Hall, Bloodoak Academy.
Arriving late was one of my many problems.
But I didn't today.
Why?
Well, to maybe get a chance to see Azrael and confront him about last night.
One problem with that though—
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I mumbled to myself when I walked into the hall, eyes landing on the rows of audience seats.
The place was already filled with students struggling to either get the best seats at the front or make their way to the back, trying to avoid attention from the Dean or some professors.
Guess the seats most fought for.
Around me was a large hall that also served as a basketball court. Except the ceilings were arched with moonstone beams, sigils etched into each.
At the centre of the court was a stage where a few professors already stood waiting.
"Hey, Celeste!" Willow's voice managed to pierce through every other, making me whip my head in her direction with my heart in my throat.
