✺ALICE✧

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by lo0n4r

by lo0n4r

4TH SEPTEMBER 1997

As the common room buzzed with an unspoken tension, I brushed off the atmosphere of discord that lingered like an elusive mist. The laughter and camaraderie of my newfound friends provided a welcome distraction from the currents of unresolved emotions that seeped through the room.

Walking alongside Lena to an 'Ancient Transcripts' lesson, I marveled at the diverse personalities that composed our dormitory. Lena, with her composed aura and captivating water magic, seemed to carry the weight of unspoken secrets from the previous night.

"So, Alice, how are you finding 6th year Bruxeria so far?" Lena asked, her voice a soothing melody.

I smiled, the long blonde waves of my hair cascading over my shoulders. "It's fascinating, Lena. I never thought I'd find a place where magic is so... alive."

Lena chuckled, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding. "Magic has a way of weaving through the very fabric of Bruxeria. And our dormmates, they're an interesting bunch, aren't they?"

I nodded eagerly, curious about the dynamics of our eclectic ensemble. "Definitely. I feel like each of them has a story to tell."

Lena's gaze softened as she began to unravel some of the tales. "Last night, there was tension between Adam and Ben. It's an old wound, something they can't seem to mend."

The revelation left me with a sense of sadness, but I chose to focus on the positive connections that had formed. "Well, hopefully, they find a way to work things out. We've got a good group of people here."

As we entered the classroom, the room echoed with the hushed murmurs of magical knowledge waiting to be unearthed. I found a seat next to Lena, and as the lesson unfolded, she shared tidbits about our dormmates and their magical inclinations.

After the class, Lena and I walked through the bustling corridors, discussing the intricacies of ancient texts and deciphering the hidden meanings within magical transcripts. Amid our conversation, I found myself glancing at the various students passing by.

Suddenly, I collided with someone, and as I looked up, my gaze met Louis Fitz—a fire elemental whose striking features had always caught my attention. His dark hair framed a face that radiated charm, but a subtle twist in his demeanor hinted at complexities beneath the surface.

"Sorry about that," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

I couldn't help but blush at the unexpected encounter. "No, no, it was my fault. I should watch where I'm going."

Louis, with a charismatic grin, continued on his way. As I watched him disappear into the bustling crowd, I couldn't shake the feeling that, beneath the attractive exterior, there was more to him than met the eye.

As Lena and I parted ways to head to our respective lessons, I found myself navigating the bustling corridors alone. The lively chatter of students echoed around me, but I soon realized I had taken a wrong turn, and the familiar surroundings of Bruxeria began to feel like a labyrinth.

Lost in the maze of magical architecture, I found myself in a corridor I'd never seen before. The air felt still, and an eerie silence enveloped the space. Intrigued by a mysterious door, I hesitated for a moment before deciding to explore what lay beyond.

Upon entering, I discovered a room shrouded in shadows, reminiscent of a common room but with an unsettling aura. The dim lighting revealed peculiar objects scattered around, each holding an air of mystery. As I wandered, the room seemed to stretch endlessly, its secrets unraveling with each step.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the room, jolting me out of my curiosity. Panic surged as I realized I wasn't alone in this enigmatic space. Without hesitation, I sprinted back to the door, the echoes of my footsteps reverberating in the darkness.

Emerging back into the corridor, I breathed a sigh of relief. The familiar surroundings of Bruxeria greeted me, and I hurriedly retraced my steps, hoping to find my way back to the lesson Lena and I had left.

As I entered the correct classroom, slightly out of breath, I couldn't shake the feeling of having stumbled upon something hidden within the magical tapestry of Bruxeria. The mystery lingered in the recesses of my mind, a reminder that even in the corridors of the known, there were uncharted realms waiting to be discovered. With a quick glance around the classroom, I settled back into the comforting routine of lessons, the echoes of the mysterious room still lingering in my thoughts.