A glimmer of gratitude and anticipation flashed in the tree spirit's eyes.
Seeing the expectant emerald gaze of his companion, he felt a bit guilty, sensing that his promise was like a carrot dangling in front of a mule.
.........
A week later, Ron stood in front of the elegant conference hall known as "Cedar Hall," holding an invitation, feeling slightly nervous.
This was his first time attending such a formal gathering of alchemists, with attendees including potion masters with certain prestige within the school, and even a few mentor-level figures.
Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his coat, making sure the badges of a Professional Alchemist and an Intermediate Apprentice were clearly visible, and pushed open the intricately carved oak door.
The interior was elegantly decorated, with modest green wallpaper adorned with delicate plant motifs, and a few magic crystal lamps suspended from the ceiling, casting a gentle glow.
