Magical gems rumbled into silence in their lampposts, letting the soft rays of dawn illuminate the noble district in their stead. If the early tranquillity heralded a peaceful day, reality was anything but quiet.
Castle doors were flung open, eager teenagers bursting out everywhere. Despite their parents' call to slow down, their luggage wheels rattled on immaculate pavements, and satchels bounced against their dark coats.
Amidst their impatient chorus, Quintella raced down the main avenue.
"Faster, big brother, or we'll miss the first event!" She panted between each word, her fingers tightening around Adam's hand.
Before her words faded, her blonde hair and white dress, adorned with sunflower patterns, fluttered. The ground vanished beneath her shoes as she found herself seated on her favourite spot—Adam's shoulders.
"Let's go!" She raised her fists, wind whipping her hair, enjoying their rising speed.
