"So—has anyone seen the lineup for the volleyball tournament?"
"Not yet," Cassandra said, glancing up. "Is it out?"
"It is," Arielle confirmed, unlocking her tablet and sliding it across the desk. "Just uploaded to the student network. Check under Events—Annual Games Week."
The screen glowed faintly under Vermillion's polished lights, showing the clean white list of class rosters, team brackets, and match schedules.
"The boys are playing football again," Lillian noted, peering over her shoulder. "And we've got volleyball—same as always."
"Of course," Celia said mildly. "Tradition. Not to mention, fewer injuries."
"Depends who you're playing against," Cassandra muttered. "Last year Class 3-B had that girl who treated the net like a battlefield."
Victoria didn't react, but her gaze had settled on the brackets.
