Rumors on campus... Mist clung to Columtreal’s rambling stones as the campus woke with uneasy purpose. Yesterday, the air was thick with more than just humidity—someone claimed to have seen a hooded figure slipping from Witch Way Alley, clutching what might have been a charm, or perhaps a threat. At Get Woke Coffee, whispers brewed stronger than espresso; a tear-streaked student dropped hints of a faculty member’s double life, igniting speculation over mugs. Meanwhile, laughter from Murphy’s Pub spilled into the night, masking secrets traded between rivals and lovers alike. Here, even the shadows seem to study you, always grading on a curve.
