A young man stood at the entrance, a single suitcase at his feet. He wore the standard uniform—dark blazer, white shirt, tie slightly loose. Unremarkable. Ordinary. Except for the way he was looking at the school, like he was reading something written between the stones.

Up close, his eyes were bright green, his smile easy. He tilted his head toward the building.

The new student opened his mouth to answer—but the words died in his throat. Something cold rippled down his spine, a sensation he knew too well. The black wing under his uniform, hidden, pressed tight against his shoulder blades. It didn’t hurt. It wanted something.

The figure at the window turned and vanished into the shadows of the corridor.