Today was Monday. The beginning of the week that had been been chosen for the contest.
The school buzzed with excitement at that knowledge—students chattering in the hallways, because teachers were nowhere to be seen. There were no lessons either, except magic classes. All efforts were geared toward the contest, either winning the contest, or campaigning for the contest's contestants.
But my mind was far from the festivities. I watched from the sidelines as Levina, ever the supportive friend, handed out flyers urging students to vote for me. Her enthusiasm was infectious, but I couldn't muster the same excitement.
