[Amelia POV]
I don't like this.
Amelia's thoughts echoed softly in her head as she walked toward the Academy's main hall—the largest one, where most official events took place.
Her steps were light but hesitant, as if her body moved on its own while her mind wrestled with uncertainty.
She was dressed in simple, comfortable clothes, the kind she usually wore when walking around campus.
I thought about wearing something prettier… maybe a nice dress. But everything that's been happening lately feels too much like that dream. And now, I'm scared to look too cheerful. Like I might jinx something.
Today was supposed to be a happy occasion. A banquet was arranged for the newly promoted second-years, a little celebration for their growth—especially since the third-years hadn't returned yet, and the fourth-years were mostly out on missions.
But no matter how hard she tried, Amelia couldn't shake off the unease curling deep in her chest.
