Emma Harrison stood in front of the second-year building, her presence commanding attention even in the busy academy courtyard. She wore the academy's uniform with an air of elegance and confidence—a navy blue blazer adorned with the academy's crest, a crisp white dress shirt, and a matching navy skirt. The outfit was completed with a green tie and a blue ribbon in her chestnut brown hair, which fell in loose waves around her shoulders.
As I made my way towards the third-year student council room, her eyes locked onto mine, and she began to approach. The courtyard seemed to pause, students momentarily distracted by the unusual sight of the school's most talked-about siblings about to interact. Whispers and curious glances followed her as she closed the distance between us, her emerald green eyes unwavering.
"Hey, where are you going?" she called out, her voice clear and steady despite the underlying tension that seemed to ripple through the air.
