Lyra
The rays of the morning sun seeped into the room from the open windows, pouring it's golden glow on the floors of the stage. The scent of old parchment ink and sweaty fur from the students filled the air as the students from the previous class poured outside. We stood by the hallway, waiting and watching as they walked past us. We had Professor Thorne next.
I turned to look at Aurelia as my mind drifted to the meeting that we had with Professor Thorne yesterday. I had to leave early as I had a class to attend and didn't get a chance to listen in on the rest of Aurelia's and the Professor's conversation. She had come back late and tired yesterday and I never got the chance to ask her what they had discussed. I wanted so much to go ask her now but before I could make a move, we were
