Rain tapped softly against the tall windows of Moon Hall.
The common room was unusually quiet.
Most first-years had retreated to their dorms after dinner, leaving the fire crackling peacefully in the hearth.
Evelyn, Lucas, Maya, Finn, Celeste, and Nyx sat around one of the large oak tables, the ancient book spread open before them.
No one spoke for several moments.
Finally, Maya broke the silence.
“I officially don’t like books anymore.”
Finn looked over.
“You’ve never liked books.”
“True.”
She pointed dramatically at the page.
“But now they’re threatening us.”
Lucas rested his elbows on the table.
“The prophecy says there’s a hidden enemy among those sworn to protect the Seven.”
He looked around at everyone.
“That could mean a professor…”
“…or someone else at the academy.”
