That morning was different from the rest.
The entire school was abuzz with excitement.
Theodora got up, got ready like every other day, then left the room. Outside, the corridors were loud. Students moved with their partners, talking in heated whispers as they walked toward the arena.
"First-years are dead today..." A group of second-year students walking by laughed among themselves.
"Did you see the roster? They put the worst pairs together,"
"Bet a thousand that no first-year is winning any of the matches today,"
"We are gonna wipe the floor with them today,"
Typical Gravemont. Everyone treated this like it was festival day.
She exhaled sharply, tightened her gloves, and stepped into the hallway.
Roman was already waiting there.
His back was against the wall and his arms were crossed.
"You're late," he said.
"I'm five minutes early."
"Well, I've been here for six minutes, so that makes you late."
