CHAPTER THIRTEEN

{MIA}

As I leisurely ambled down the corridor toward the call room, my hand instinctively lifted in a friendly wave to those I crossed paths with. Among the usual flow of students, a peculiar sight caught my eye—a young man suspended mid-air, an impromptu display of levitation that seemed almost routine in this extraordinary academy. It was all part and parcel of life at this institution, a place where the supernatural and the magical intertwined seamlessly.

The call room, a modest chamber nestled within the heart of the academy's main edifice, held a unique significance. Here, technology bridged the gap between the mystical realm and the outside world, offering a semblance of connectivity that was otherwise restrained during our academic sojourn. The absence of personal phones during our stay necessitated reliance on the pay phones within the call room. While these pay phones numbered in the hundreds, they often formed a patient queue, owing to the sheer diversity of supernatural stu