THE PRICE FOR HIS NAME
Dressed in an immaculate dark blue gown, she radiated authority, her presence alone commanding absolute silence.
She took a step forward, gripping the podium, and with a voice that carried no room for doubt, she spoke.
“The time has come once again,” she announced, “for the greatest test of wit, strength, and dominance within these walls. In two days, the House Tournament shall commence.”
A ripple of energy spread through the hall. Some students straightened in their seats, others exchanged knowing glances.
The House Tournament wasn’t just another event at Thornecrest—it was the event. A war disguised as a competition. A battlefield where alliances were forged and shattered, where reputation
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