The school day was quickly coming to an end. Most students were returning to their dorm rooms and professors were leaving for the staff lodges.
Lancet had one more thing to do before the day ended: That was upgrading his dorm. Lancet had decided that the Bronze Dorm wasn't suitable for him anymore.
Truthfully, it wasn't suitable for anyone, but even less for him. With the threat of the Serpents, he needed better security and a softer bed to lay on after difficult battles.
He was excited to be moving up to better things. But unfortunately, this also meant he had a difficult conversation to confront.
The Gold Student Card sat in his hand as he walked back toward the Bronze Dorms, its polished surface catching the light in brief flashes between his fingers.
Lancet looked down at it more than once, his thumb resting over the Academy's insignia as though he could feel the weight of the decision waiting behind it.
