The Academy's grand courtyard, usually a bustling hub of activity, was quiet as Julianne and Eryndor walked side by side. The setting sun painted the sky in magnificent hues of orange and deep yellow, casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient cobblestones. The air was cool and still, a welcome reprieve from the day's events. The silence stretched between them for a moment, punctuated only by the soft scrape of their shoes on the ground. Eryndor, feeling a need to break the tension, spoke up first.
'why does she want to talk to me?' he turned his head to the left to stare at her right sided face and he quickly turned his head before she would notice he has been staring at her, 'she really is pretty no wonder everyone likes her and she powerful too.' he thought to himself and he sighed.
"Thank you," he said, his voice quiet, almost swallowed by the vastness of the courtyard. "For back there, with the proctors."
