The Vemora Academy of Magic held its annual opening ceremony, welcoming new students and transfer students into its prestigious ranks. Meanwhile, the older students those in the upper years either stood in small groups or lounged in their seats, casually observing the opening ceremony as it began.

Among them sat Alaric Thorne, the academy’s top student. Leaning back in his seat, he rested his chin on his hand which was holding his head up while he was watching the ceremony in the schools great hall as it was decorated with shimmering enchantments and ancient banners..

At the front of the hall, the headmaster Mr. Radane took his place at the podium, his voice amplified by a subtle spell through his wand as he began to announce the names of the new students and transfer students. The hall got quiet as his voice echoed through the hall.

Halfway through the introductions, he paused, frowning slightly as he scanned the crowd. “Hmm… it appears we’re missing one transfer student,” he remarked, his sharp gaze sweeping over the gathered students. “Does anyone know where they might be?” He asked, making the hall go silent, the students looking at one another in confusion.