Cressida and her friends, the Fiery Five stood outside the door, their faces were calm, smiling, almost too bright. Cressida tilted her head. “Ready for class?” Seraphine swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said quietly. But they all laughed, in perfect unison. “We’re here for you,” Cressida said, voice warm and sharp all at once. “After all, we started this together, didn’t we?” Something in Seraphine’s chest twisted. She remembered the spell. The whispered plans. The night everything went wrong. Her heartbeat drummed against her ribs. No running this time. “Okay,” she said softly. “Let’s go.” They walked together, the Fiery Five chatting idly about classes and curfews, as though nothing had ever happened. But every word felt hollow. Every step echoed. When they reached the classroom, everyone was already there again, silent, statuesque. The professor stood at the board, chalk in hand. Seraphine’s breath hitched. She knew what was coming. But before he could
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