Stella Lockheed
After the colorful pancake escapade with Willow, I found myself trudging toward my next class, which, much to my disbelief, turned out to be Calculus. I mean, really? Math at a supernatural academy? It's not like werewolves needed to solve complex equations before a full moon, right? But hey, it was a small mercy that this class didn't remind me of my powerlessness in this magical realm.
I managed to reach the classroom without any major mishaps and was surprised to find myself early for once. There weren't many students around, and the professor was conspicuously absent. I settled into a seat and absentmindedly gazed out the window, my mind wandering aimlessly. Down below, a cluster of students had gathered, engaged in hushed discussions that piqued my curiosity. What ar
