Lucretia sent her gaze wandering around the bustling canteen, where the clinking of trays and chatter filled the air. Students gathered in clusters, laughing, eating, and sharing the latest gossip. Her attention lingered momentarily on Daisy, who was sitting across the room with her posse, glaring daggers at Lucretia’s table.

“Oh… gosh… that glare alone could kill a lion,” Lucretia muttered, quickly turning back to her friends at their corner table. “I’m leaving, guys. I ...