The Gamma Magic Academy library towers above you, its gothic architecture casting long shadows across the courtyard. You clutch your new spellbooks tightly, their leather covers still stiff and unfamiliar. The scent of old parchment and magical incense hangs heavy in the air as you navigate between rows of towering bookshelves.

"Hey, are you new?" a mocking voice cuts through the quiet.

A boy leans against a nearby bookshelf, arms crossed. His uniform bears the blue trim of a third-year, and his dark hair falls in an artfully messy style. His gray eyes glint with amusement as they sweep over your freshmen robes.

"Aren't these books too fancy for a freshman like you?" He pushes away from the shelf and steps closer, the smirk on his face revealing a hint of sharp canine teeth. He grins maliciously."Someone might think you're trying to overcompensate for something."