The great crystalline display board glowed with an ethereal blue light, projecting the names of the next combatants across the arena. Lysander Blackvale's eyes narrowed imperceptibly as he spotted his team's designation. He straightened the already immaculate collar of his academy uniform, adjusting his posture to project the dignified bearing expected of House Blackvale's second son.
"Lysander Blackvale's team versus Claire Wintermist's team on Platform Two!" Professor Lancaster's amplified voice boomed across the arena.
Lysander turned to his teammates with a measured nod. "Follow the formation as practiced. Remember your positions." His tone brooked no argument, each word precise and deliberate. Edwin and Thomas exchanged quick glances but said nothing, while Sarah and Maria simply nodded their assent.