Private Lesson (1)

The classroom buzzed with quiet conversation as students settled into their seats. It was a large, designed in tiers so that even those in the back could see clearly. 

Sunlight streamed in through tall windows, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden desks.

Lindarion sat near the center, arms crossed, his usual expression unreadable. 

To his left, Cassian leaned back in his chair, tapping a quill idly against his parchment, while Luneth sat to his right, ever silent, her gaze calmly sweeping across the room.

At the front of the hall stood Professor Nyx, the academy's renowned instructor for Mana Studies.

Unlike most professors, who dressed in elaborate robes or adorned themselves with magical insignia, Nyx kept things simple. 

She wore a fitted, dark-blue coat over a white tunic, sleeves rolled up just past her elbows. 

A faint trace of mana shimmered around her fingertips as she casually adjusted the stack of books on her desk.