The sweet shop was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Filled with the laughter and chatter of students.
The aroma of freshly baked cookies, pastries, and chocolate wafted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of brewing coffee.
Ariana Snow sat at a corner table with her two closest friends.
Eliza Thornfield and Clara Windsor.
The trio was well-known for their tight-knit bond.
Forged through years of shared experiences and late-night heart-to-hearts.
Eliza, a petite girl with curly auburn hair and a penchant for bold statements, was enthusiastically recounting a dramatic moment from her week.
"And then he tripped—yes, tripped—over his own two feet while trying to cast a fireball!
Can you believe it?
Nearly set Professor Martin's robes on fire!"
She exclaimed, her green eyes gleaming with amusement.
Clara, the ever-poised and slightly mischievous one, laughed as she sipped her iced tea.
