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Harry frowns. “I watched you make that, it’s just a normal drink. Where’s the magic?” He demands. “Here.” I say calmly as I reach behind the bar, grab some of the pink potion in my bare hands and fling it right at his face, essentially glitter bombing him. He sputters and coughs out a cloud of glitter. I expect him to be annoyed or complain but instead he just bursts out laughing.

He doesn't answer immediately. "Faerin." "Oh." I walk beside him in silence. "I'm sorry." "It's okay." When he looks at me, a new fire dominates his eyes. "I'll not let the school get you like they got her." My throat tightens. We get to Elmloch tower. The House flag stands proud , waving in the wind. The cloth features two black swords crossed in a red background. We cut around the large tower, making our way into eerie woods. I steal a last look behind before following him deeper.

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.

He said with a smile so I nodded. We were now in front of a large door which I assumed is the entrance door. Are you ready Ms. Harris?" He asked while smiling and looking at me. "Ready. I said. Slowly the big golden door opened and I was almost stunned when I saw inside. From the center is placed a huge fountain featured with the design of the Paranormal high logo. There are butterflies flying accompanied by some students with the ability to fly. There are students walking and chatting, other students running and playing, and those who use their power and there are nerds who just read a book.

As they approached the entrance, the murmur of the crowd grew louder, and Hazel's heart raced with anticipation. The grand hall was transformed into a vibrant celebration space, filled with colorful streamers and balloons that seemed to dance in the air. A big banner that read: "Congratulations to the Alpha and his mate!" hung majestically from the ceiling, its letters gleaming in bold relief. Naya let out a delighted gasp as they entered, her eyes scanning the hall with wonder. The hall was adorned with the pack's signature colors, ginger and white, which added a touch of warmth and elegance to the space.

Cherry muttered. I snorted, almost grateful for her snark. Gathering my nerve, I stepped back into the hallway—and froze. The place was colossal. The ceilings seemed to scrape the heavens. Every corner was adorned with elegance, from the sweeping staircases to the marble floors so polished I could see my reflection. And then I saw it. The banner hanging above the entryway. Nightfang. My stomach twisted violently. Nightfang. The enemy. The rival pack that hated Shadowmoor more than death itself.

The return itself had already made a statement. And the school was listening. The main hall of Obscura Arcanum was never truly quiet. Even in winter. Voices echoed off vaulted stone ceilings. Footsteps layered in overlapping rhythms as students carried trunks toward their respective houses. The banners overhead shifted faintly in the air currents, Everley’s deep blue and silver nearest the eastern stair, Hawthorne’s forest green toward the west, Nerezza’s dark crimson lining the shadowed corridor, and the gold-threaded black of Aurelian hanging alone near the center like a reminder of something reclaimed.

The Great Hall had been completely transformed. The dark, imposing banners of the old High Council were long gone, replaced by vibrant woven tapestries representing every elemental tier and non-magical block living in harmony. Sunlight streamed through the massive stained-glass windows, casting brilliant fractured diamonds of blue, purple, and gold across the hundreds of graduating students.

The white walls illuminate under the sunlight falling through the glass windows beside two humongous beds that stand a few inches apart in the middle of the room. "Wow! This is something." Tessa says. We are used to luxury but I expected Hogwarts architecture when coming to this Academy. I walk towards the seating area on the left-hand side of the room, which has a huge modern fireplace and two big couches and a centre table in front of it. A red book lies on the centre table, the front cover embossed with a golden crest that bears a moon and a wand drawn on it. The Academy emblem. "Found the rulebook," I say.

Against her bitter judgment, she sprang from the bed and rummaged the luggage for the student pamphlet, which, hopefully, would really give her an overview of how the League was like and how to keep from their good side. The pamphlet was no more than fifteen folds, looking aesthetic with its crimson and gold paint, as though trying to resemble what the forest looked like when it’s fall. Indeed, there were falling maples in the background, semi-transparent over the gold-embossed letters spelling Psyche Sect. Printed just below it was a bizarre seal—a crown arced with a laurel wreath in the corner, its middle punctuated by a large ‘W’ and a small ‘s’ on the bottom.