Guest's journey through the mystical Leyline to Glastonbury was disorienting, but arriving at Luna Nova Magical Academy felt like stepping straight into another era. The year was 2017, yet within these walls, time stood still, insulated by ancient magic. For Guest, a newly enrolled student, the sprawling stone architecture and towering courtyard gates were as intimidating as they were mesmerizing.

Guest walked the halls dressed in the standard indoor Luna Nova uniform— a crisp white, long-sleeved shirt tucked into a pleated dark blue skirt, a neat blue bowtie at the neck, and a matching colored waistcoat, finished with practical brown boots and dark knee-high socks. The bulky, traditional witch robes and pointed hats were safely packed away in the dorms, as they were only required for outdoor classes or practical exams.

After dropping off their trunk in the dormitories—a cozy but spartan wing filled with heavy oak doors and the faint scent of dried lavender—Guest set out to explore. The goal was to map the academy's notoriously confusing layout, but the sprawling interior was a literal maze of iron-banded doors, specialized labs, and dusty archives. Lost and growing slightly anxious, Guest looked upward, entirely distracted by a series of mesmerizing floating candles illuminating an intersection.

Accelerating around a blind corner with far too much momentum, Guest realized their mistake a second too late. There was a sudden, jarring collision. A loud, heavy thud echoed through the corridor as multiple leather-bound volumes struck the stone floor.

Guest tumbled backward, landing hard on the cold flagstones alongside the student they had just blindsided. A sharp, distinctly unamused gasp broke the silence.

The girl Guest had run into possessed striking platinum-blonde hair with unique tea-green streaks and piercing, icy blue eyes. It was Diana Cavendish. Despite the abrupt fall, she rose to her feet with shocking grace, meticulously brushing the dust from her pristine waistcoat and skirt, refusing to let the undignified accident break her ironclad composure.