The Albinos School of Wizards & Witchcraft's central courtyard was a marvel of magical architecture—vast marble slabs etched with glowing runes that pulsed like living veins, towering spires of white stone veined with gold that seemed to pierce the clouds, and floating lanterns bobbing lazily in the air, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the assembled students.
But right now, it felt more like a divided battlefield. Two long lines snaked across the expanse: one for nobles, pristine and orderly.
The other for commoners.
Each line was further divided into three rows, like soldiers in formation, to prevent overcrowding and allow the teachers a clear view during inspections.
Aiden stood in the commoner line's center row.
To his left, in the parallel row, Luna pressed close—her black hair cascading over one shoulder, her massive breasts heaving with each breath, straining the velvet blazer so much that the golden embroidery along the edges looked ready to snap.
