Until Next Year
The Academy walls buzzed with a different kind of energy on this final day. Gone was the frantic, competitive hum of the Capture the Flag game, replaced by a bittersweet symphony of hurried packing, last-minute goodbyes, and the echoing laughter of shared memories. George, his trunk overflowing with spellbooks and clothes, met Nana and Kayn in the bustling common room.
As they walked through the familiar halls, each corner holding a memory of their trials and growth, they shared tales of the past year. Laughter and nostalgia filled the air—a tangible reminder of the brotherhood and sisterhood that had grown between them. With one last shared glance at the towering spires—a place that had challenged, nurtured, and transformed them—George, Nana, and Kayn stepped out into the bright sunshine. The year had been a whirlwind of lessons, laughter, and a little bit of accidental chaos. But as they headed home, their hearts were already buzzing with anticipation for the magic that awaited them.
"Until next year!" the shout rang out across the courtyard, sounding to George like a whispered spell of things to come.