At 10:25 PM, at the Elizabeth Academy of Magic, most students had finished their day's studies and returned to their dormitories, beginning to enjoy their hard-earned rest.
The bustling central square from the day had thus become quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the evening wind, making it almost impossible to hear any other sounds.
In this serene and tranquil atmosphere, at a wooden bench on the edge of the square, two slender shadows were elongated by the streetlights, stretching all the way to the flowerbed lawn behind, blending with the overlapping shadows of the trees.
Lyra half-lifted her skirt, her smooth jade-like legs nervously pressed together, her blushing earlobes hidden in her hair, white with a hint of pink, like cherry blossoms about to bloom.
"When you're unhappy, resting on an elder's lap for a while might make you feel much better..."
"Although I'm not Astrid's elder, nor as reliable as they are... but perhaps a friend's lap could also be tried..."
