"Oh, my god you guys," Brenna muttered. She glanced to the others - mostly Tristan - before she shrugged.
"Right," the wolf murmured. "Well, now that the mood's all good and shattered, think I'll head out," he decided as he reached for his bag. "Good job, guys," he replied to them, blue eyes glittering with annoyance.
"Tris ..." Lan sighed as he pushed up to his feet. He shot a vaguely apologetic glance to the girls, but they could carry on without the wolf.
Lily cocked her head. "How'd you even get in? Thought the room locked people out when there were already people in it, yeah?"
That was the story she'd heard, anyway; clearly, the prefect knew something different.