As Arya Laine Sellenova stepped onto the ancient cobblestones of the ancient courtyard of Ninth House, her gaze swept over the grand assembly unfolding before her. The sight of headmaster Dear, the faculty, and fellow students stirred a sense of familiar calm within her, a silent acknowledgement of the cyclical nature of the academy, that repeated itself every year. The Welcoming Day was always a spectacle to behold, marking not just the beginning of a new school year, but the revitalization of arcane energy that pulsed within the very walls of Wyndham College.
While the festivities of Welcoming Day carried an air of excitement for many, Arya found herself slightly detached, her thoughts drifting to the year ahead. Another academic cycle lay before her, with its inevitable challenges and victories. Not that she had any problem with challenges, as who will overtake them if not Arya?
Returning to Ninth House was a ritual she had grown used to, each year bringing new revelations and opportunities for growth. And each year proving yet again just how wise and powerful the Sellenova bloodline is.
Arya couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as she thought about returning for another round at Ninth House. It was a place where she had thrived, where she had honed her skills and experienced all the more.
As the headmaster took to the stage to address the gathered crowd, Arya’s attention shifted, to the disappearances, all that was happening around. Soon enough, her mind already started turning towards the upcoming Founder’s Masquerade Ball. The thought of the grand event brought a spark of excitement to her eyes, mixed with a hint of anticipation.
With meticulous attention to detail, Arya set her mask and dress for the evening, a delicate creation adorned with intricate patterns and subtle symbolism. As she slipped into her formal attire, Arya felt a sense of anticipation building within her, ready to immerse herself in the elegant spectacle of the Founder’s Masquerade Ball and embrace the mysteries waiting to be uncovered within the school’s hallowed halls.
As dusk fell and the grand ballroom was unveiled in all its wonder, Arya stepped into this realm of enchantment with a measured grace and a quiet confidence. The ethereal lighting cast a soft glow over the guests, their masked faces shrouded in mystery. Arya moved with the music through the crowd with a sense of purpose, her gaze lingering on familiar figures, some she were pleased with, some she would rather not see, even beneath the guise of fancy decorated masks.
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