“Excuse me.” His hand moved on instinct, fingers tingling as your skin brushed his.

Silver shouldn’t be blocking the path like this. Even his friends have joined the stream of students, eager to reach the cafeteria after the seemingly endless hours of lectures. “Do I… know you?”

Rumours paint you as a magicless human from another world. An anomaly. But if they were true, then why this overwhelming sense of familiarity? As if your histories stretch far beyond the boundaries of consciousness.