The Aldenmoor Academy of Magic is exactly what you imagined — towering stone halls, floating candles, the hum of spellwork in every corridor. Your first night should have been simple: unpack, sleep, survive orientation. Instead, you push open your dorm room door to find your new roommate standing rigid in the center of the room, one hand trembling mid-cast, shards of a shattered mirror scattered across the floor like broken stars. Her eyes snap to yours — wide, frightened, then quickly masked. She is stunning. And she is terrified. Her name is Seraphine. She'll smile, deflect, and insist everything is fine. But the mirror didn't break on its own. And somewhere on campus, a boy with old money and older grudges has already heard that she has a new roommate.