[🎶 Lyin' Eyes – Eagles.]
"YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT?" Israfel asked of Aya Naamah the following morning when they were seated in the gilded halls of Magdalena, the Corynthian Academy's assembly room.
"No, m'lord. But I shall ask."
Rafel sat back on his upholstered maroon seat in his signet blazer for the Blood Faction. The pupils of the mage institute were interspersed in the rows of seats, arranged not according to Arc colors but friendship zones and clics. The weird river bunch cornered themselves at the far end of the hall, and the Pynks: Erika and her socialite clan of [Gyaru] queens ruled from the very first row of the assembly line.
