They didn't mean to collect a parade. It just happened.
By Third Bell the eight of them couldn't cross the east corridor without accruing a polite tail of uniforms - first years with notebooks and tablets, second year students pretending they weren't interested, a librarian rolling past and absolutely listening. Arashi kept walking like he was late to a gala. Hikari slowed down at every question, then sped up because questions just kept coming like pigeons when you pull out food. Esen waved like a politician on a very small campaign.
"Examples, not exhibits" Lynea reminded under her breath.
"Exhibits with school hours" Esen answered, pleased at himself.
The Hall of Petals opened in front of everyone, light reflecting off the chandeliers in small rainbows. Banners hung still. Raizen stifled yet another yawn large enough to swallow one of Kori's pastries in one bite.
"Do not nap vertically" Keahi murmured, shoving her elbow into his ribs. "You look like you're about to faint."
