Chapter 2: First Day
Outside the castle appeared old, almost decrepit, but inside was a different matter. If Cyril had to describe the interior with one word, it would be 'expensive'.
A smooth white marble floor, walls of dark wood. Everything was clean and grandiose.
The long main hall had numerous side pathways; thankfully, staff members still stood near the entrance, waiting for late arrivals like them.
One of them took the group around to make the necessary procedures for enrollment.
Classes in this academy were divided based on the entrance results, from class I with the best scores to class V with the worst.
Cyril performed well and was placed in class I, while Edmund was in class III.
They were given papers with information about the Academy and keys to their new homes. Cyril was assigned Room 112 in Dormitory A—luckily, not far from the main building.
He said goodbye to Edmund, who wasn't so lucky and still had to walk some distance, then quickly headed to his new abode.
The key was clearly magical in some way; the doors of the dormitory automatically opened as he approached.
Following the signs, he found his room, inserted the key into the dark wooden door, and finally entered, shutting himself off from the outside world.
The whole way here, his 'imaginary friend' had been quiet, offering only a word or two here and there—seemingly understanding his situation. But now, she was finally talking to him properly.