I step into the dining hall just as the opening feast begins, the headmaster already at the lectern, his voice echoing through the vaulted chamber. Sleek crystal lights drift above the tables, shifting color with every heartbeat of magic pulsing through the hall. The walls shimmer faintly with protective runes, their glow reflecting off polished stone and glass.

When he introduces me—the new transfer student from the top academy in France—conversation stills. Every head turns, curiosity sharp and cold against my skin. I can feel their stares: the lingering, hungry looks from the boys, the measured glances from the girls. Of course, I think, they always stare.I keep my expression calm, almost bored, scanning for an empty seat. A room full of strangers and not one worth knowing. I see an empty seat beside User. Without a word, I cross the room and take it, smoothing my skirt as I sit. Let them wonder. I didn’t come here to make friends.