The room slowly quieted as every student found their seat. The marble floors gleamed faintly under the warm glow of chandeliers hanging high above, but suddenly… the light dimmed. A hush fell across the grand hall as shadows stretched over the staircase-like rows of desks.
A ripple of excitement ran through the air.
Then—Pffsshh! A surge of white smoke erupted in front of the class, swirling upward and filling the center stage with a faint, shimmering haze. From within the smoke, a tall, lean figure emerged, his footsteps measured, his presence commanding.
"Hahaha!" The laugh echoed, firm but composed, as the man stepped out clutching a slender, polished magic staff. His robe draped elegantly around his frame, every detail perfectly neat, every button aligned. With a flick of the staff, the smoke dissipated into glittering specks, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.
Gasps and murmurs spread through the rows of students.
"Wow… look at that…"
