A New Home....room
As Lyra stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still damp from her morning shower, she noticed a group of Sanguine Essence users huddled together in the hallway. They were whispering and snickering, their eyes darting towards her and Clara's room. Lyra's telepathic senses picked up on their malicious amusement and disdain, and she felt a twinge of unease in her stomach.
One of the girls, a tall, slender beauty with cascading golden curls, caught Lyra's eye and smirked. "Can you believe the audacity of those two dirty-bloods?" she said, loud enough for Lyra to hear. "Thinking they belong here among us, the true elite of Ashborne Academy?"
Lyra felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and anger, but before she could respond, Clara appeared at her side, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't listen to them, Lyra," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "They're just small-minded bullies who feel threatened by anyone who doesn't fit into their narrow worldview."
Lyra took a deep breath, drawing strength from Clara's support. "You're right," she said, managing a small smile. "I won't let them get to me. Not today, not ever."
Clara grinned, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's the spirit! Now, let's focus on what really matters – your first day of class! Are you excited?"
Lyra nodded, feeling her mood lift at the thought of finally starting her academic journey at Ashborne Academy. As they made their way through the courtyard, she couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that surrounded her. The ancient, ivy-covered buildings, the lush gardens, and the intricate stone fountains all contributed to an atmosphere of grandeur and mystery.
As they walked, Lyra couldn't help but notice the male students who passed by, their uniforms impeccably tailored to their tall, athletic frames. The crisp white shirts, pressed black pants, and well-fitted blazers accentuated their broad shoulders and narrow waists, making them look like models straight out of a fashion magazine. Lyra felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she admired their striking features and confident gaits.
Clara noticed Lyra's appreciative gaze and nudged her playfully. "Looks like someone's enjoying the view," she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Lyra ducked her head, embarrassed at being caught staring. "I can't help it," she admitted, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "The men here are just so... handsome. And their uniforms fit them so well."
Clara chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I know what you mean. It's like they're all blessed with unearthly beauty and charm. But remember, Lyra, we're here to focus on our studies, not get distracted by pretty faces."
Lyra sighed, knowing that Clara was right. As they approached the entrance to their homeroom, she squared her shoulders, determined to make the most of her first day at Ashborne Academy. She knew that there would be challenges ahead, both academic and social, but with Clara by her side and her own inner strength to guide her, she felt ready to face whatever lay ahead.
Taking a deep breath, Lyra stepped into the classroom, ready to begin her journey as a student of Ashborne Academy, and to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within its ancient walls.