The boy blushed deeply. "She said I know how to make myself useful."
His friend stared at him in disbelief.
Alaric turned his head and continued up the stairs.
*
Under the blazing autumn sun, the start of the school year was always the most vibrant day on campus.
Students buzzed with energy, walking into classrooms in groups of twos and threes. After a long summer, many had completely transformed, and friends eagerly swapped vacation stories the moment they reunited.
Bored, Vivienne opened her chat with Bianca. Their last exchange had been a week ago. Since they were fourteen, Bianca had spent every summer in Solenforth studying under Theodore Marsh. She usually returned a week before school started, but this time she had mentioned a delay.
"Hahaha, Julianne, that was so satisfying! Did you see? Those lower-class losers from Talent & Virtue turned green."
"Exactly. They think snagging the top national score makes them special. Thinking they could hang their Crimson Roll above our Elite class—they really don't know their place."
Julianne Whitmore's grand entrance was always accompanied by a chorus of obnoxious flattery. A group of girls chattered as they walked in, every one of them practically oozing superiority.
Drawn by the commotion, the rest of the class turned curious eyes toward Julianne.
"Julianne, what happened?"
Julianne had intended to ignore the question, but after glancing at Vivienne, she changed her mind. Her eyes flashed with arrogance. "The idiots in Talent & Virtue forgot their place, so I taught them a little lesson."
Striking a pose, she flipped her hair and shot Vivienne a condescending look before walking to her seat.
The girls around her dialed back their attitude, exchanging quiet glances before returning to their desks.


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