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'Well, whatever, maybe she has a gist of vision or something like that. Erik concluded in his thoughts, continuing his walk between the houses' tables and exiting the Great Hall. He climbed up the Great Staircase and stopped by the third floor. On it he located the classroom titled '3C' and entered it. He quickly looked around and started to organize the classroom, after all, he was the substitute teacher for the week and he would be damn sure that the students would learn in his class and at the same time have a little fun. At least with the lower years.

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if

I crossed my arms slightly despite the books I was carrying. “Clearly not.”Cole sighed softly before lowering his voice. “People here follow Dylan Winthrop.”I blinked. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s true,” he replied simply. “And trust me… you don’t want his attention.”Too late for that apparently.Before I could respond, Cole pushed open a large classroom door. The second we entered, conversations stopped.Every head turned toward me instantly and my stomach dropped. The classroom itself looked nothing like a normal high school classroom. It was huge, modern, and ridiculously expensive-looking. Large windows overlooked the campus while sleek black desks filled the room neatly.And every single stu

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

Victoria The grand oak-paneled classroom of Madam Hannah's Luna Academy gleamed with early afternoon sunlight. The seven of us sat in a perfect semicircle facing our formidable instructor, whose ramrod-straight posture hadn't wavered once in the past hour. I'd positioned myself strategically away from Lilith's trio, who kept exchanging whispers and pointed glances in my direction.

In a way it does. Eli sets Jonah down gently. His hands are old again. Spotted. Veined. He hides them in his sleeves, but Lyana sees anyway and her fierce expression softens. “Grandpa Eli, you can sit in the new classroom,” she says. “It has chairs that grow to fit you.” Eli smiles, and for a second his face flickers younger, then settles back to old. “I would like that.” The first classroom is the bark-walled building Sky grew last week, chalkboards smooth as river stone. The second one does not exist yet. That is the point.

He placed his phone on the desk, stood up, and now that direct competition was definitely not an option, he had to find Aaron's weakness, attack his vulnerabilities, and force him to step down voluntarily! However... Aaron, what exactly is your weakness? If it's a woman, which woman is it? Sarah, or the Miss Smith who has the same face as the deceased Emily... In the scattered seats of the lecture hall, there were over a dozen students. The lecturer was a chief designer from a domestic brand, mainly discussing design inspiration. Each design was accompanied by a vivid story, making it quite interesting. Elaine listened attentively, occasionally jotting down notes and sketches on her paper. T

As though I was remembering, not learning. Now, my schedule said the next one was an elective class. I didn’t know what to expect, except that it was said to be notoriously difficult. That was probably why my stomach was twisting as I pushed the heavy wooden doors open and stepped inside. The lecture hall was already buzzing with voices, filled with students scattered into their little circles. I scanned the room once, and almost immediately, I spotted Jeile. She sat near the front, straight-backed, in the middle of a group of students who practically radiated “elite.” Their postures were impeccable, clothes neat and precise, their expressions half-bored as if they were above being here. Jei

His eyes locked onto me immediately, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Miss Bennett, you’re late,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding. “Come to the front. We were just discussing themes of submission in classic literature. Perhaps you can help demonstrate.” My heart raced as I walked to the front of the class, feeling every eye in the room on my barely-covered body. Twenty elite students, mostly rich, dominant men, watched with hungry interest. “Yes, Professor,” I whispered, dropping to my knees in front of his desk without being told. “How would you like me to demonstrate?”

And still, the girls spoke to me. "Eleanor Vale. I'm taking you to the Crimson Cellar after class. Private room. Music. Fresh blood. You coming or not..." A lazy voice came from the classroom door, and the room quieted almost at once. Cassian Voss stood outside with one hand in his pocket.