Evaline:
Friday mornings always felt deceptively energetic at Silver Moon. Not because the day itself was special, but because it was the last day of the long weeks of studies and everyone was excited about the weekend.
Rowan had a fixed timing of appearing and disappearing. He returned daily at midnight and left around five-thirty in the morning.
Though he always made sure to stay as silent as possible, I was still a light-sleeper and knew exactly when he ca and went away.
During the second week, once I was sure of his timings, I created a schedule for myself. I started sleeping at ten o’clock and waking up at six in the morning. After making my bed and freshening up within ten minutes, I spent next forty-five minutes doing prenatal pilates and prenatal yoga.
At seven o’clock, I would head for showers and get ready within thirty minutes. Since classes started at nine, I always had enough ti for breakfast, stroll around the academy grounds with my friends, or for even so early morning self-study.
This particular morning, I just finished getting ready for the classes when my phone buzzed on the side table.
As I picked it up, I was mostly expecting the usual morning alerts from the school bulletin or an update from Mallory about breakfast. Instead, I found a small lineup of ssages waiting for ... and not from who I was expecting.
Professor Kieran:
Good morning, Evaline. Just checking in - how’s the class preparing for Monday’s quiz? Hope the study guides I sent helped. Looking forward to seeing everyone’s progress.
I smiled despite myself. It was him being himself - kind, diligent, and painfully unaware that more than half of the class was dying to perform well in his subject, if not all. Still, his faith in felt oddly grounding.
Just as I was about to reply, another buzz lit up the screen.
Oscar:
Good morning, Little Trouble. Hope today treats you kindly. Don’t forget to breathe, okay? Text if you get a break.
My cheeks flushed imdiately. His words were simple, but they hit harder than they should have. After last night, everything about him felt... dangerous. The good kind of dangerous. The kind that made my pulse race and my head spin. I hadn’t fully processed what it ant, but I didn’t have ti to spiral because there was another ssage waiting for .
Draven:
Dreamt of you. If that’s not fate, I don’t know what is. Let know if you need help sneaking snacks out of class today, little moon.
I groaned and flopped back onto the bed, holding my phone to my chest like it had personally betrayed .
Three out of four Rogue Alpha brothers had ssaged before 8 a.m.
And none of them had any idea about the others.
If karma was a real thing, I was surely in its crosshairs.
Before my mind could spiral into conspiracy theories and romantic confusion, Mallory barged into my room without knocking, looking really excited.
"Eva! Wake up, we are planning tomorrow’s movie night and you are not allowed to skip this ti."
I sighed. "I have internship tomorrow, rember?"
"Which ends by six," she said as she pulled to my feet and fixed my hair. "Plenty of ti for you to suffer through a horror flick and dinner with your beloved friends."
I narrowed my eyes. "Define ’beloved’."
Kyros popped his head in next. "That ans ."
Noah’s voice ca from the common area. "And ."
Selene and Ria shouted together, "Don’t forget !"
"I never get peace," I mumbled, but I was already smiling.
They were relentless. And in the end, I gave in because a part of really did want that sense of normal. The friendship, the movie, the laughter... the reminder that not every day needed to be about survival.
The day officially started with our first class - Herbs and Potions.
Professor Kieran’s domain.
Everyone arrived on ti, except for Rowan as usual. They all were carrying notebooks and tablets, looking like they might actually care about learning. It wasn’t because my yesterday’s talk had worked wonders. No. They were motivated by sothing much more powerful... Admiration.
Kieran had that effect. He wasn’t just brilliant and patient... he was beautiful. In that effortless, golden-boy way that made people want to prove themselves to him. Add to that his identity as one of the original founders of Silver Moon and also being one of the Rogue Alphas, and suddenly everyone wanted to be a top student in his class.
I didn’t mind. It made for a peaceful, productive class. No snide remarks. No questioning my authority as the Class President. And no side-eyes from the trio who clearly disliked my very existence.
Everything went... smoothly.
After classes ended, I headed to the library with Selene while the others wanted a break before continuing with studies.
The second floor was always quieter. Not many students liked the narrow spiral staircase or the dusty sll of the old archives stored in the corners. But I loved it. It gave space.
I found my usual nook tucked between the window and a forgotten bookshelf labeled "Pre-Reform Spellcraft: Restricted Use." The sunlight always hit the corner just right, and with the distant silence of rustling pages around , I finally sank into my work.
There was a lot to get through - an assignnt on beast classifications due Monday, my ongoing notes for Herbs and Potions, and a personal draft I was compiling for the next stage of my internship evaluation.
Half an hour passed in focused silence before Selene left after getting a ssage from her roommate.
And the mont she disappeared down the stairs, the scent of orange blossoms hit . It was subtle, but there. Fresh. Real.
Then I heard the footsteps, slow, confident, and not rushed.
I looked up, sure that it wasn’t Selene.
Soone turned the corner into my aisle with an easy grace, holding a bottle of fresh juice and a small paper bag.
My heart skipped a beat as my eyes landed on a familiar face.
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