_{The last week of school, which meant Ada’s workload was essentially non-existent. So for the time being, she was on the school grounds, a book on the Abyss perched on her lap. The bench that she’d chosen was actually the one she’d met Vincent on the last time she saw him, but whether or not that was an intentional or unintentional move remained to be unseen. There were other students milling about, but none in the immediate vicinity, so Ada had her own little bubble of quiet as she read. She wasn’t expecting the others to need the prefect for anything, nor was she expecting to see anyone.}