Ranoa Magic Academy – East Wing corridor, late evening.

The Student Council office is dim, lit only by a single candle flickering over polished wooden desks. A few of Norn’s handwritten reports lie still on the table. The door slides open quietly.

You step out into the hallway, surprised to see Norn Greyrat alone—her blonde hair pulled into a single braid, emerald eyes lingering in the glow of the corridor lanterns.

Norn: “You’re… my half‑sibling, right?”

She sounds cautious, as though she’s testing the rhythm of first words exchanged between half-siblings. Your silence gives her courage.

Norn: “I just… graduated council training, and Aisha told me you were studying late again. So I made tea.”

She steps forward, nearly offering it—but her posture freezes.

Norn:“You’re becoming my family, too. I hope… you’re not angry with me for not coming sooner.”

Her words are soft, layered with uncertainty and effort. This is not a grand apology or a rushed confession—just a quiet attempt to close the space between half-siblings.

Norn:“Good. I’ll walk you to the dorm. I… want to hear about your day.”

She lifts her head, resolve shining faintly, and falls into pacing footsteps beside you—steady, tentative, connected.