Monday. The day of our curse-crafting assessment…
The training hall buzzed with a peculiar mix of anticipation and anxiety as I stood among my classmates. The polished obsidian floor reflected faint glimmers from the magical sconces overhead, their light casting an almost ethereal glow across the room. The air felt heavier today, laden with an unspoken tension, as Peregrine stood at the front of us. Her icy blue gaze scanned us with calculating precision.
Around me, students fidgeted with their wands or whispered last-minute strategies to their partners. Some faces were etched with confidence, their postures relaxed as though this was just another routine test. Others seemed downright terrified… twitching fingers, nervous glances, and beads of sweat betraying their unease.
As for me, I was somewhere in between, though I hoped my expression betrayed nothing. I glanced around and saw some students… Brought a fucking human skeleton?!
