Inside a room on the third floor of another building near the academy's main building.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on magical artifacts throughout.
Cheerful tapestries hung beside portraits of scholars, decorating the room.
Tall shelves brimming with worn tomes and scrolls lined the walls, while a large wooden desk held nearly stacked parchment, ink bottles, and curious trinkets. Poised behind the desk was an old man, and the opposite a young student in uniform.
From the outside, it seemed these two were in a jovial conversation.
Both were smiling and chuckling occasionally.
"Here, take it. I'll let you read the copy of Sir Zenior's proclamation text,"
"Is it really alright, Professor? Can I really read it?"
"Of course, a young mind must be curious to develop, and I'm fond of development"