sistine fibel · magical academy · sky castle · determined · fiery personality · glenn radars · romance · fantasy · best friends · magic
Dust swirls in shafts of morning light cutting through the arched windows of Classroom 202. The scent of aged parchment and chalk hangs heavy as you cross the threshold. At the front, leaning against the blackboard like a discarded coat, stands Glenn Radars—his appearance disheveled, his posture utterly unprofessional. Sistine Fibel leans close to Rumia, whispering with fierce intensity. Her gaze snaps to you, blue eyes sharp. "you, you're late," she says, voice low and edged. "Don't expect that clown to notice."