The next morning, Aiden, Adrian, and Sevan sat huddled together at their usual spot in the dining hall, their breakfast untouched.
Aiden leaned in, lowering his voice. "We have to tell Lopt."
Sevan poked at his food with his fork. "Right, because he's such a reliable adult figure," he muttered.
Adrian ignored him.
"We don't have any solid proof, but if anyone can figure out what Emmeranne's up to, it's him."
Aiden nodded. "And if he thinks she's actually involved, he could tell the professors."
Sevan snorted. "Oh yeah, I'm sure the guy who spent an entire night recruiting us into his exclusive society of mischief-makers will definitely run to the authorities."
Adrian scowled. "What else are we supposed to do? We need to know what's going on."
Aiden sighed, resting his chin on his palm. "Fine. Let's just find Lopt and-"
He stopped mid-sentence, blinking.
Sevan frowned. "What?"
Adrian slowly lifted his head. "Uh. What does he look like?"
Aiden and Sevan both froze.
