Kurumi entered the empty classroom and ran her hands across each desk until she found the one she was looking for. Still looking as though they had been carved yesterday, Kurumi traced the outlines of the runes she had carved during her second year. Time had seemed to have gone by in the blink of an eye. It was the eve of her final Closing Feast and perhaps the last time she would step foot in any of the classroom where she had not only learned about magic, but herself. Smiling, Kurumi walked out and closed the door behind her.