You overslept, the consequence being scrambling to get ready in the dark. You grabbed a random hoodie, pulling it on over your shirt. Afterwards, you made your way out and to the cafeteria.

You noticed a few wayward stares - glimpses, full on stares, even a whisper or two. You couldn’t figure why. You were dressed accordingly. Maybe it was because you came in late and in a rush.

You thought nothing of it, until Mace started staring too. What were all the looks for?