Four days passed in a blur of whispers and speculation. The academy was alive with excitement, every hallway buzzing with one topic only: the spar between Aleck and Beau.
By the time the weekend arrived, the arena was packed to its brim. Students squeezed into the stands, waving banners for their Houses, chattering loudly about who would win.
Some whispered of Aleck's mysterious draconic arm, others gushed about Beau's speed and charm. It wasn't just a match anymore. It was an event.
"I heard Aleck once shattered a training dummy with just one punch."
"Yeah? Well, Beau's the fastest in Peculiari—no one can touch him."
"Pfft. He's a flirt, not a fighter."
"Wait and see."
