The late afternoon sun filtered through the ornate windows of Ebony High, painting the hallways with a golden glow. The air hummed with the energy of a bustling magic school, its corridors teeming with students in their distinctive robes, each engaged in animated conversations or rushing off to their next destination.
As lunchtime descended, the atmosphere became even more charged. The students reveled in their precious freedom, dispersing in all directions like leaves caught in a gust of wind. Some headed to the grand dining hall, stomachs grumbling with anticipation, while others congregated in small groups, finding cozy corners to share meals and tales of magical endeavors.
