The walk to Dean Blackwood’s office was quiet.
Evelyn’s mind raced.
Silver wings.
They had been real.
She had felt every feather, every movement, every beat of the invisible magic flowing through them.
“What am I?” she asked quietly.
Dean Blackwood didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he opened the large oak door to his office and motioned for her to enter.
The room was just as she remembered—floating books, enchanted artifacts, and the massive window overlooking Hidden Moon Academy.
But this time, there was someone else waiting.
Professor Ashcroft
He stood near the fireplace with his arms folded.
His usual stern expression was unreadable.
Evelyn looked between the two men.
“I guess this isn’t about missing lunch.”
Dean Blackwood smiled faintly.
“I’m afraid not.”
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