I yawn, sprawled across my bed, staring at the ceiling I enchanted, with Viola’s help, to look like the night sky. Tiny stars shimmer faintly, winking above me in an illusion of peace that feels far from reality. These last few days in the advanced class have been more taxing than I ever expected.
And the worst part? It isn’t even the lessons. In fact, the learning aspect is the only thing keeping me sane here. Part of me wants to confront Elara and Oliver and end the quiet tension before it swallows me whole. Yet from what Viola’s mentioned about him in class, she suggested I keep my distance and wait it out. The only problem is, I’ve never been the patient type.
I wait for the inevitable knock that means it’s time to train, but instead comes the faint whisper of parchment sliding under
