Makoto sighed deeply. Today was her first day back in Mahoutokoro School of Magic. Like last year, she had been flying with the giant storm petrel. It was a rough ride, but in this school year, Akechi wouldn’t be sitting with her on the same table since he is a third year and his robes changed to yellow. This meant that he was with the advanced students. Makoto wished, she would be there, even though yellow isn’t her favourite colour, it is thousand times better than pink. She was sighing and turned to the other students. During her summer vacation, she had been informed that since she revealed Akira, Makoto had to be carefully with whom she wanted to become friends with.