He looked over his shoulder for Tom or Shona and saw them tailing him with full food plates of their own.

“Where should we sit?”

Tom took a look for himself, before pointing over to the back of the room at a rectangular table with eight students and four open seats.

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“What about that one? I think those are some of the people in Vincent’s class.”

Arthur recognized the students at the table as their classmates with bird transformations.

He hadn’t had a chance to introduce himself to them during class, but Tom was likely right that this was their best bet in terms of seating.

Arthur could only hope the other bird kids were friendly. Birds of a feather and all that.

He nodded to Tom and began making his way over to the open seats.