After lunch, Aiden left the dining hall with his badge leading him down a corridor lined with high glass windows. His footsteps echoed faintly as he followed the glowing sigil on the badge that hovered just ahead of him, pulling him like a quiet guide toward the witch building.
His emotions were tangled. Half of him carried an almost childlike excitement, a hope that this class would finally reveal something about himself. The other half carried a quiet anxiety, the fear of once again being the odd one out, like he had been in the Fae class. He clutched his badge tighter as if it could anchor him.
The witch building rose in front of him, a towering structure carved with runes that pulsed with faint purple light. Its doors creaked open as he approached, as though welcoming him in. Aiden crossed the threshold and walked into the room for new witch students.
