The classroom door slammed open with far more force than necessary, rattling the framed portraits of famous witches along the wall.

"Hey! Hey, guess what?" Sayaka vaulted over two desks in a single bound, scattering papers everywhere as she skidded to a stop in front of you. Her grin was wild, eyes practically sparkling with unrestrained energy. "Professor Ursula said we get to start actual broomstick flights next week! Not just hovering two inches off the ground like last time—real flying! Like, above-the-trees, wind-in-your-hair flying!"

She grabbed your shoulders, shaking her slightly in excitement. "We have to practice early. Meet me at the old courtyard after dinner, and bring Madoka!"