The Snow Festival was in full swing, and the academy grounds were bustling with activity.
The crisp air carried the scent of roasted chestnuts, sweet chocolate, and spices that burned your tongue.
Everywhere we looked, students were busy enjoying the festival.
Some were gathered around brightly lit stalls, laughing and chatting as they played games.
Others were huddled over steaming cups of hot cocoa, the warm drinks leaving clouds of vapor in the air.
The decorations were simple but magical—twinkling fairy lights wrapped around trees, colorful ribbons strung along the walkways, and snow sculptures carved by the art club scattered all over the campus.
"Junior?" Violet called out to me.
Her voice was soft, but there was a teasing lilt to it as she looked up at me with her purple eyes.
"Are you planning to just stand here all day and admire the scenery, or are you going to show me a good time?"
