A Humbling Change
Noah stared at the plain, unassuming door in front of him.
His new dorm room.
It wasn't that bad, really.
The wood was polished, the brass knob gleamed, and the number plate was cleanly etched.
It even had a small balcony, which, admittedly, wasn't much smaller than the one in his old room.
Yet, as his lips curled into a faint sneer, his pride wouldn't let him accept it outright.
"This… is it?"
He muttered, his eyes narrowing at the modest frame.
"They could've at least painted the door a different color.
Something befitting someone like me…"
His words trailed off as he ran a gloved hand over his forehead and groaned.
He glanced over his shoulder at the pristine Silvercrest Hall courtyard.
Silvercrest was a prestigious dormitory, of course, but his former room had been in its upper wing, reserved for the academy's elite students.
