Eden was still just feeling...cold. Cold, tired, and nothing else. Even as Rosier began to speak she felt not much of anything - interest, of course, as well as a self-preserving need to stay silent, but otherwise? It almost felt like she wasn't there at all. Like she was watching someone else's life. Surreal.

Later, she'd chalk it up to her brain protecting itself. She knew this was bad. If she let herself feel, she wouldn't be able to stop, and she'd be killed for whatever silly useless rage explosion inevitably occurred.

Only when Rosier began talking of "new quarters" did something pinch inside Eden's stomach. She knew her name would be called. She hadn't done half of what others had at the dragon reserve, but she'd dug her grave long before that - on the first day of classes, even. As Rosier went down the list and she waited for her name to be called the pinch in her stomach got worse. Ash's name was a given. Kinsay's made her jaw clench. Quinn's was a but of shock - he'd done nothing, but his muggle heritage must've come to bite him. It was twisted, but Eden was secretly glad her friend's name had been called, too. Moose, Mamie, Minjae - yeah, they were really coming for the muggleborns today. At least she'd have her pitchfork gang with her in jail.

And Eden's name came, just as she knew it would. And a hooded figure appeared behind her, tall and ominous and grabby. All this brought back horrible memories of the Events Which We Do Not Speak Of But Apparently Flashback To At The Most Inappropriate Times. Yeah, those.

Eden would've looked around, but the Hood blocked her peripheral and kept her looking at the courtyard. She heard Williamson's name called. Something stirred inside her - fear? anger? - but her mind was already somewhere else.