The cobbled streets of the city were quiet that morning, the golden light of early sun casting long shadows as Noah and Cordelia walked side by side. He had his hands in his pockets, a faint breeze tugging at his black hair. Cordelia held a stack of notebooks pressed against her chest, white hair falling across her shoulders like a curtain of snow.
"Please tell me you brought the notes for Magical History," Noah said without looking at her.
"I brought summaries for that, Elemental Theory, and Advanced Combat Tactics," Cordelia replied flatly. "You're welcome."
"Efficient as always," he muttered. "Just don't expect me to do flashcards again. My patience died last time."
Cordelia smirked. "You didn't have patience to begin with."
Noah was about to respond when he heard the unmistakable sound of rushed footsteps—followed by a loud voice.
"Noaaahhh! Wait up!"
They both turned.
