When Dorin’s time finally came. He noticed that the ones who went before him were still hanging in the room, while the ones at the back came closer as he went past the fallen doors. “Good luck Dorin!” called his Aunt, staring at him intently. [Good luck] wrote Seb. Dorin nodded at them and proceeded to the middle of the examination room. There were no windows in the room. There were 4 people seated at the long table at the far end; 2 women, a man, and a person in a cloak. There were metal plates in front of them, telling their name and position. The first from the left was a Professor Belladona Dimitrio, head of Magic Flora Studies. She was old with long purple hair and looked at Dorin with interest. Next to her was the another woman, this one looking about in her late teens. Professor Kylyne Rose Raevers was written in front of her, under which says Head of Charms. Beside her was possibly the only male in the group, Professor Randale Morell, head of Arcane M

“Seb! You cracked the bell!” Dorin called as he went to his friend’s side. He was obviously feeling much better. “You’re a class higher now!” [Yeah, 3 more ranks to go] he looked at Dorin and gave a thumb’s up sign. [And now that you’re a full scholar, you won’t have trouble with the dorm rent anymore.] “That’s right, and I can help you out to pay for your share too, that way we can still stay together...” “Actually, full scholars stay in single rooms.” Said Professor Dupont who was suddenly behind them. “And what is this I hear about rent trouble?” he asked the two. [It’s nothing] “Seb’s got some money troubles, he lost his budget for his school fees...” Dorin blurted out, missing the words written in Seb’s slate. “What?!” asked Professor Althea and Gen. Muller in unison “That Seb?!” “He kept buying stuff and partying out late for the past few days,” Johan explained, “Now he still owes the canteen about 1,000 Almas.” “

“What’s the point of hiding about the incident 4 days ago if you’re going to bust yourself?!” Major General Muller murmured angrily as they left the 8th floor. Sebastian and Dorin followed him with Professor Althea trailing close behind. The assessment exams are over and they were told to go their respective ways. Professor Dupont left earlier, carrying Johan like a sack of potatoes. “Well, things ended up in our favour, more or less.” said Professor Althea, nursing a migraine as they entered an empty elevator. “We just need to be extra vigilant.” she added, “Those imperial mages would surely hear about this incident and try to abduct Dorin again.” “The least we could hope for is for them to take their time since their cover has been blown,” Gen. Muller growled. “We have found several other officers in the Military division who are suspected to have ties with the imperial troops. They are currently under investigation.” “And as for you two,

Johan was late for kitchen duty the next morning. Seb and Dorin were already placing their 1st batch of meat pies on the oven when he came running into the kitchen. "Well, look who decided to join us!" Mrs. Cooper teased him. "Sorry..." mumbled Johan, "I've never over-slept before..." "Well, hurry up and help with the baking," said the head cook as she kneaded more dough for her pies. "Did you sleep well?" Dorin asked him with a friendly grin. "Yeah..." Johan replied absentmindedly. "...for some reason..." his voice trailed off. Dorin and Seb exchanged knowing glances. The three had their first diagnostic test after their kitchen duty. Later, the three of them were called to the Dorm Head's office. Ms. Ermingard was waiting for them inside, holding a big ring of keys and a thick ledger. "Ignacius, Revious, Silvius, huh..." she said as she checked the ledger. "Congratulations, as of today, you three will be transferred to the Sp

The three left their room, leaving a sad looking Azra behind. Seb got his old black turtle neck and long coat on, while his companions both wore ordinary t-shirts and pants. “We’ll be back soon!” Dorin said white patting Azra’s shoulder. [Don’t let anyone inside, we left food on the table and in the fridge and in the cupboard] Seb fussed, [If someone knocks, just pretend that there’s nobody in the room] “We better hurry,” Johan rushed down the stairwell, “Mrs. Cooper don’t like tardiness.” “Should we use a translocation spell?” Dorin looked at Seb. [No indiscriminate use of magic] the other wrote. “Well, better make a run for it then,” Johan said as he sprinted across the 5th floor hallway. Just as he made a turn towards the main staircase, a group of 4 students suddenly stepped into view, blocking his way. Johan was about to collide with the person in front when a blast of cold wind almost blew him away. “Wh