The full moon floated peacefully on the cloud rimmed, gray sky. It lighted the academy with sensible and mysterious light, a cold veil of silence. No owl hooted, no cricket sang, no sound could be heard in the frozen scene. Only a few clicking footsteps, of a girl climbing the stairs that led to the rooftops. She wore a large, woolen coat over herself and mittens on her hands, gripping the cold metal rail.
Jocellyn gazed over the edge of the rooftop, her murky brown eyes scanning the scene bellow with utmost interest. Slight puffs of smoke showed out of her bandages, from her covered mouth. She turned around only when she heard another pair of footsteps joining her. She gripped the rail with on hand, tensed up/
