The time slowly ticks down the clock, flittering-flick of its movement through each hour down its arsenal. The early sun had also risen slowly through the horizon hardly showing its strong presence over the sleeping city, barely peeking through the thick clouds which had set themselves ahead of its presence, making its way through like a majestic bride climbing upon the soft aisle.
Even the early birds were not exempted from nature's juridic, stretching their thick wings upward and gliding over the sky in their full companies all expressing the slow motioned awakening city.
At the highest building within the academy, the head mistress office.
* All my time of administering my work, I've never seen a day when the students were still within the four walls of the academy. And yet, the atmosphere is so calm. * Mrs Griffin said, holding a notepad in her hand stepping into the room with the head mistress seated inside.