Rory
Dray stood in the doorway of the dining hall like a man who'd walked into exactly the scene he expected to find, and somehow that was worse than if he'd looked surprised.
"Didn't realize this place was still open," he said, voice flat, giving nothing away, gaze moving slow between me and Jarvis with an expression I couldn't fully read — not jealousy exactly, not quite the careful blankness he usually wore either, something colder and more complicated sitting underneath it.
"Dray." Jarvis recovered faster than I did, standing so quickly his chair scraped loud against the floor. "Thought you went home for break."
"Changed my mind." He said it simply, no explanation offered, still watching the two of us with that same unreadable focus. "Figured the same about you, apparently."
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