The teacher arrived.
'...The fuck?'
Who was none other than their headmistress.
The room fell into a suffocating silence.
Everyone straightened in their seats as she stepped onto the platform with a light tap of her heels.
'What is she doing here?'
Akamir wondered, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the woman.
She was tall, with skin like polished bronze.
A floor-length black coat hugged her form.
Her black hair was bound in a sharp ponytail, and her cold golden eyes swept across the room like she was measuring their worth one breath at a time.
"I know you're confused," Zavan said, placing her books down. "As to why the hell I am in this class."
She leaned against the table, looking directly at Zaina, who sat in the front bench.
"Long story short, I wanted to see the potential of the new students."
She quickly looked away. "Alright, welcome to the Basics of Mana class."
'Is she here for Zaina?'
Akamir wondered, rubbing his chin.
