The classroom held the kind of silence that crept beneath the skin, not bored silence, but breath-held anticipation. Maybe because of the last words he said about the trial. Light filtered through arched windows, casting golden rectangles across long, rune-etched desks. Shelves lined the stone walls, filled with floating tomes and preserved magical relics sealed in glass.
Fear gripped every one of them. They started to murmur about the trial that was happening in fourteen days. If it's more dangerous than this one, then they would lose more of them.
They started to murmur among themselves and his voice sounded again.
"Silence!"
His presence alone made students straighten in their seats.
"I am Instructor Helios Drevin," he said, his voice cutting across the room like a blade, not loud, but precise. "I teach Magic Fundamentals. If you think this is a class for wand-waving and flashy sparks, leave now. If you're here to impress others with family names, get out."
