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The pussy hadn’t done it and I was tired of waiting. I whistled for the first time while putting on my school uniform. It could be worse. Rochester’s colors were black and white, à la Hogwarts. The girls could wear black skirts and jumpers with white logoed blouses. The boys had black pants with ties and collared shirts.

“Don’t start blushing over him. Not now.” Zipping my bag shut, I slung it over my shoulder and left the library. The halls were mostly empty now, just the sound of my own footsteps echoing as I walked. Outside the window, I noticed new decorations had gone up. Long black and silver banners were draped across the walls, huge posters of wolves and footballs side by side, and the Ravencrest crest gleaming in gold and a huge banner that says ‘WELCOME MOON VEIL PACK’. The school was ready for the Moonveil arrival tomorrow.

Then bloomed. Deeper in the Refuge.....Torren entered a private chamber lit by crystal light. On the wall hung the banner of the Saphiren Clan, a golden phoenix mid-flight, haloed by curling flame and rain. A soft knock. It was Senna again, holding a relic wrapped in cloth.

Snow melted beneath my boots as I crossed the academy courtyard, hiding my head in the hoodie of my sweatshirt hoping that no one would notice me. No one moved out of my way as I ducked and weaved in between the crowd of happy, screaming academy elites. They never did. No one ever paid me any mind or attention unless I was the butt end of some joke. The academy banner hangs above the courtyard, snapping violently in the wind, black and silver stitched with the wolf crest of the Axton Pack staring me dead in the face. I stare back at the wolf hating everything it stands for. Every student wears this emblem somewhere on their uniform jackets.

For a heartbeat, she wondered if she’d imagined it, but Perse was already tugging her forward, grinning as if she owned the place. Inside, the dining hall was alive. Long tables of dark oak stretched under floating candelabras that burned with blue-white flame. Banners hung from the rafters—each one marked with a different crest: a thunderbolt, a trident, a laurel crown, a flame, a serpent. So many symbols and banners hung high above tables full of chattering initiates. The colors shimmered as if the fabric itself breathed. “Welcome to the Feast of the Houses,” Perse announced, spreading her arms. “Try not to stare too hard. They can smell nerves,” she joked.

“Attendance is taken for officers and senior staff. It reinforces hierarchy and visibility.” I glanced at her. “So this isn’t lunch. It’s strategy.” The assistant’s lips twitched faintly. “Yes, Luna.” I still wasn’t used to that. We passed through the central hall, where banners of Blackridge hung between stone pillars - deep charcoal and silver stitching, the wolf sigil sharp and clean. The scent of food drifted through the corridor ahead: roasted meat, herbs, warm bread, something rich and savory that made her stomach growl despite the knot sitting in it.

Some returned pale, others trembling, a few silent as stone. When my turn came, the attendant’s voice called, “Aria Hale.” I rose. My legs felt heavier than they should. The council chamber was circular, its walls lined with old banners bearing the academy’s emblem: a wolf beneath a rising moon. The floor gleamed with polished marble. A faint scent of cedar smoke hung in the air.

Cat barked back happily. We finally made our way through the throng and walked up three short steps onto a dais where the high table was placed horizontally. It was set like the other tables but this one had two thrones behind it and then two more modest chairs; one to either side of the thrones. Behind those thrones, hanging on the vine-covered wall, was a banner with a device embroidered onto it. The shield outline was filled with a grayish lavender color, like the stones of the castle, and over that lavender field, directly in the center of the shield, was a large, silver star. The symbol of the Twilight Court appeared to be a star, which explained all the star decor... and my name eviden

All the eyes on me feel like creepy crawling bugs. “The new students need to be chosen for the different tiers.” She points at the banners above us. Looking again, I see that the banners aren’t only different colors. They have different words and emblems on them as well. “Seed,” I read out loud. “Acorn… Pinecone… Oak… Redwood.” “They’re like houses?” one of the girls waiting with us asks. “Or fraternities?” “Something like that.” Professor Towles’s attention has turned to the front of the gym. The door behind the dais opens and four stuffy-looking people, including Madame Aldine, emerge.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.