The Academy didn't waste a single second enforcing the new hierarchy.
When the morning bells chimed, signaling the start of the new academic block, I walked into the newly assigned lecture hall for the Advanced Arcane Theory class.
The mid-term results had completely restructured our schedules. They had taken the top fifty students from the entire first-year batch and crammed us all into one class.
I made my way to the middle row.
Kyle was already sprawled out in a chair to my left, and Sira, who was sitting just behind him was laughing. Down in the absolute front row, Tobias had already claimed a seat perfectly centered to the podium.
A moment later, the distinct, sweet scent of floral shampoo drifted into the air next to me.
