After about three hours of backbreaking training with Fir, Hazel was finally dismissed for dinner. As she entered the mess hall, she immediately spotted Dogwood at their table. However, he was alone this time. Where are all of our friends? Hazel thought. She spotted them at different tables, casting glances over to Dogwood quite often. Dogwood, however, just glared down at his sandwich. Curiously, Hazel walked to the bench and sat across from him. Every single eye in the room was on her by the time she got there. Silence. Dogwood looked up her, grateful to have someone to talk to. Hazel looked around at the eyes, furious that they would be staring. Didn't they know it was rude to stare?
"What!?" She called out. "Do I have something in my teeth?"
Stunned, the other campers just stared at her.
"Don't you people know you're not supposed to stare?" She called again. With no reaction, she just stared all of them down until they got back to their lunches.
"What's up with them? Why aren't they sitting with you?" I asked.
He looked around at all the campers, looking at schedules or complaining to an instructor that they were sure they had the wrong class.
"Because they are afraid of me."
Subject: The Guardians: Part 7 