Heal My Wolf
I adjusted the books I had in hand as I began my way towards the designated classroom.
Students filled the hallways now, flowing in loose clusters, some laughing too loudly, others walking with practiced confidence as though they already belonged here. Their uniforms were tailored, bearing family sigils embroidered in fine thread of gold, silver, deep blues and greens.
First years weren't getting their uniform till the end of today, forcing me to strut with my black flay skirt, blue shirt that matched with my shoes and black leather jacket. Through it all, I felt painfully aware of myself.
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