The classroom was a strange arrangement of desks separated into four sections by a long, cross-shaped platform. A broad, dark fabric covered in iridescent star patterns that seemed to pulse softly covered the platform. Adam counted around a hundred desks, perhaps whispers of a more prosperous time for the House of Exorcism. In any case, it was more than enough for twenty attendees.
Students quickly filled the desks in the right section, but when he tried to claim one for himself, Jonathan pointed an ink-stained finger to the left while the others barred his way. No words, only a clear meaning: you've lost the right to sit with us on the very first day.
