The lecture hall was filled with quiet energy as students settled into their seats, the low murmur of conversation filling the space.
The room was large, with rows of wooden benches and desks arranged in a semi-circle around the central podium where the professor would soon begin his lesson.
The soft rustling of parchment and the scratching of quills filled the air, mixing with the occasional whispers of students.
Noah sat in the middle row, leaning slightly back in his chair.
His red blazer, with its yellow linings and the golden Ravenwood Academy badge, caught the attention of several students nearby.
He could feel their eyes on him, their whispers just barely above a murmur. The red blazer wasn't just a sign of his position in the Vanguard; it was a reminder that he was different from the others.
At first, Noah ignored the stares, keeping his eyes ahead, but the whispers started growing louder.
