Elina collected her token with brisk efficiency, glanced at the room number, and immediately headed toward her designated area. She didn't spare Alaric so much as a backward glance as she disappeared into the academy's corridors.
Alaric twirled his own token between his fingers before pocketing it, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth seeing her retreating figure.
That's really cold sister.
He trailed toward his corridor, boots echoing against polished stone.
The examination room was austere but functional, rows of wooden desks arranged with mathematical precision, tall windows providing adequate light, and absolutely nothing that might aid or distract a test-taker.
He found his assigned seat and settled in, noting how the other examinees filed in with expressions ranging from confident to terrified.
Moments later, the door opened. A woman in gray examiner's robes entered, followed by three assistants carrying neat stacks of parchment.
