As a few friends pealed away, either to study, head to another class, or find meals of their own, Rory found her step faltering. She still felt like she was being watched.
Swallowing, the mage drew one hand into the folds of her robes and began moving her fingers in a subtle dance, murmuring under breath.
A glyph appeared on the flood just behind her, silvery white and glimmering. As she continued the Summoning, the glyph glowed brighter and brighter, until finally a figure rose from it, a white knight that sort of shimmered at the edges, and seemed almost translucent when it moved.
Rory glanced at the Spirit Creature and nodded, satisfied. Maybe she was just paranoid, but she felt better with a little extra protection.