They walked one of the Royal Institution of Magic's main hallways—A wide and tall ceiling with varnished dark wood carvings and an array of chandeliers. Their clacks resounded on the mosaic marble tile; the amount of light reflected off noted its polished sheen for days.
"It's quiet."
"Still school hours, Miss Ana."
"That's fine; we can navigate our way through the area." She felt down her core, heating up, and then the energy began to exude, heightening her senses in the area.
Alarmed by her actions, Chloe bent her knees a tad bit and clenched her fists as she looked around.
"I sense people incoming. Few yards from our location."
"Perhaps they are instructors like you?"
"I'm compelled to believe so, and not the easy ones." Anasthasia asserted and waved her fingers as a little goodbye to Chloe before she faded into the background.
Chloe seemed to get what she meant, and no way she would fall behind.
