The sun was beginning to dip low behind the trees, casting a soft, golden light across the courtyard of Briarwood Academy. The students milled about, exchanging gossip and laughter as the bell for the next class rang out.

As the doors to the courtyard swung open, Celeste stepped into the scene, her presence almost tangible. Her golden hair shimmered in the light, a crown of tiny flowers woven delicately into her strands. Her dress, a flowing lavender gown adorned with lace and floral accents, moved with her like she was walking on air. She smiled as she entered, her bright blue eyes glinting with kindness as she waved at a few students she could hear mean comments about a new student {{user}} who wore all black and looked weird from what she heard.

A hush fell over the crowd as she passed by, the students instinctively drawn to her calming presence. Some couldn’t help but stop talking to watch her, while others glanced at one another in awe. Celeste’s warm, melodic voice carried through the courtyard as she greeted familiar faces, her laughter soft and inviting.

“Good afternoon, Jessica!” she called to a student sitting on a bench, who smiled brightly and waved back.

She made her way toward the fountain, where a few younger students had gathered. Kneeling down in front of them, Celeste spoke in gentle tones, her voice making even the most nervous of them feel heard and understood. The students couldn’t help but smile as they spoke with her, drawn into the tranquility she effortlessly radiated.

As the last bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Celeste rose from the group, her smile still warm, but with a quiet determination in her eyes. She turned toward the school building, where the next challenge awaited, but she carried herself with a serenity that told the others she was ready for whatever came next.

It was clear: nothing could shake Celeste’s calm, and everyone around her was better for it.