The group of thirty students continued to be led down the wide hallway of the second floor, their eyes glancing around curiously at the decor within the castle. The moving paintings were one thing, but even the mundane items like the candles and statues placed around appeared mystical.
It was as if they'd entered an entirely different world the moment they stepped into the castle.
"Meow"
A black cat leapt onto a nearby table, its glowing amber eyes shining with an ethereal glow as it evaluated the students.
"Oh my goodness, a kitty!" one of the girls squealed, unable to help herself from approaching it.
Michael flinched.
He did not like cats, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that cats did not like him. He'd met exactly three that he could remember, all of which had used his body as a claw sharpening tool.
The red-haired girl however, seemed to not have the same issue. She picked up the cat and stroked its fur, holding it close to her chest—gushing all the while.
