"Anyways, let's get—" Marcus began, only to be cut off as a brilliant rune flared to life beneath his feet, swiftly engulfing him in a flash of radiant light. Similar sigils bloomed all across the restaurant, illuminating the space in an intricate weave of magical symbols. In an instant, every student present shimmered out of existence, pulled from their seats mid-sentence, mid-sip, mid-laugh.
The restaurant staff didn't even flinch.
They were used to this.
"School recall spell," a waitress muttered, already stacking empty glasses. "Again."
A veteran chef leaned out from the kitchen, peering at the now-deserted dining room, his arms crossed and brows raised. "I wonder how that feels…" he mused aloud, stepping further out to examine the aftermath—half-eaten meals, steaming bowls, and untouched desserts abandoned mid-meal.
