The crowd fell silent when the headmistress appeared, and the gigantic doors slammed shut behind her. The click of her heels echoed through the cavernous room, and every set of eyes traced after her.
I felt drowsy and stifled a yawn behind my hand, trying my best to stay upright. I leaned toward Elijah. “What time is it, anyway?”
Without taking his eyes of Humphrey, he stuck his hand into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out his cellphone. He waited for the headmistress to focus her attention on one of the teachers before he flicked on the screen and peered down at his phone. “Three-forty-five.”
“No wonder I’m this tired,” I muttered. “I probably had like three hours of sleep, if I’m lucky.”
He sighed. “You and me both.”
I peered at him. “You didn’t sleep either?”
“It’s complicated.”
I frowned. “You always give me that answer. I’d like to know at some point what is so complicated.”
He glanced at me, his brows knitted together, and did’t say anything.