The cafeteria had always been a lively place—a spot where laughter mingled with the clinking of plates, and students of Zenith Academy students gathered to eat and chat. But today, that atmosphere was shattered by chaos.
"Did... did that just happen?" Seraphina muttered, wiping mashed potatoes off her cheek.
Alden, ever the graceful noble, was frozen mid-motion, a glob of pie sliding slowly down his chiseled cheek like it had somewhere better to be.
Ethan, stunned, looked like someone had just asked him to recite the entire economic policy of Avaloria backwards. And Charlotte—poor, furious Charlotte—had just taken a full tray of pizza directly to her face.
It slapped her with enough force to leave tomato sauce dripping like war paint.
Everyone stared.
Then, they all slowly turned to trace the trajectory of the flying food.
Nothing.
Not a single soul stood in that direction. Just air. Empty space. As if the food had been hurled by an invisible prankster (it had been).
