Carriages with different flagships paraded the grand gates of the Transylvania Academy. Though Crescent did not know that such a lavish gate existed if she was not dragged by Matilda at the earliest crack of dawn, she would not know that the academy had a gate after all. It sounded dumb but Cent shrugged it all.
Why use a gate when I can just fly, right?
Now, still clad in her hobo pajamas, Cent stood beside Matilda who was hopping her bony legs. It was basically the crack of dawn and she was half-asleep but Matilda climbed through the walls of her room like a spider monkey and she basically dragged her sleepy ass outside the House of Lamentation just to watch a flock of magical carriages popping out from everywhere through their portals.