Lydia had her back rested against the grates of the air conditioning unit in the classroom, the night settling a dark blanket over what mot students only saw through the glint of sunlight. The room was vacant, and if it wasn't for the occasional shifts of Isaac's legs beside her, she could firmly convince herself that she was here alone. Breathing in steadily before every exhale that deflated her chest, she stared across the room, fixating her eyes on the still shadow a tree cast on the opposite side of the room. Allison and Scott were lost to the hallways, and the likelihood of anyone ever knowing what Stiles was up to was slim to absolutely none. The three of them had split apart from Lydia and Isaac nearly an hour ago, searching for anything they could in the drawers of their teacher's desks that would lead to any sort of clue as to how these druid sacrifices were being selected. What with the fact that Lydia only had the strength of a human, if not less, it was safer for her to stay back, but close - should any sort of hallucination happen to her. And that was why Isaac was here, to watch out for her - and as frustrated as the thought made her, she would never admit that she would take much of anything over being alone.