Gentrei and I entered the lunchroom together, both with empty trays. I did think eating outside the cafeteria bent a few rules, but I didn’t think the teachers would mind as long as we didn’t make a mess. A lot of people were finished eating, so a lot of tables were mainly being used for groups of friends to chat.

“Illate? Gentrei?” Harry popped up from his seat, “Where were you guys?”

“We were eating somewhere else,” I answered, “Gentrei wasn’t really feeling well.”

“She wasn’t?” Harry questioned.

“Illate!” Gentrei shouted, apparently signaling I went over the line of not telling Harry anything.

Surprisingly, I found that Harry wasn’t sitting alone. Iter, nearly invisible, piped up from beside Harry. He didn’t have a tray, so I assumed he put it away.

“So you weren’t eating lunch with Itra?” Iter asked.

“Huh? Itra? No, I’ve never eaten lunch with her,” I responded, “why do you ask?”

“What a let down,” Harry muttered, “but why were you with Gentrei?”

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“She was all nervous before lunch,” I said, “but she told me not to tell you why.”

“Illate! You just made it so that I have to explain things to him now!”Gentrei exclaimed.

Harry waved his hand, “it’s all right, I get the general idea.”

As soon as a piece of Gentrei’s problems were resolved, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Gentrei nearly jumped as she heard it. While we got her to Harry, she didn’t confront Injaius yet.

“Looks like it’s time for class,” Iter noted, “It looks like you and Gentrei have something to do, but Illate, I need to talk to you for a second.”

“Huh?” I turned to Iter, “What do you mean?”

“I gotta go,” Gentrei piped up before running off to Injaius.

She ran off, and Harry stood up saying, “all right, I’ll head off to class.”

Iter continued his confrontation with me, he asked, “you haven’t been talking with Itra, haven’t you?”

I pulled my full attention to the bustling crowd and to Iter’s comment.

“What…do you mean?” I asked him, “why do you ask?”

“As I thought,” Iter sighed, “you don’t know.”

“What don’t I know?” I questioned, worried now, “Have I been missing something?”

“Itra’s moving soon,” Iter said, “away. Apparently her parents are being transferred to the Old City, or something.”

I learned then, that Itra was leaving.

“Come to the library after school,” Iter told me, “you’ll have a coincidental encounter there. I set it up.”