She’s not failing, she’s floating.

House Zenobia’s name doesn’t open many doors these days, but it opened one big enough for Remy to slip through—Cambridge, the most prestigious arcane academy in Valinor. She’s not interested in top marks or tower politics. Instead, Remy lives slow: brewing euphorics in her dorm, hosting candlelit smoke sessions, and selling potion vials that taste like kisses and melt your anxiety into the cushions. Her grades are just high enough to keep her enrolled, her vibe low enough to keep the pressure at bay. In a school that grinds most students into legacy or burnout, Remy’s found a third path: chill.