The Headmaster stared out the window, overlooking the grounds at the front of the Academy, a wistful look on his face. He remembered days long gone, when he had been the same, creating fascinating sculptures in seconds with flurries of razor sharp wind, to impress some and to outdo others.
He smiled a little as he watched a young Fire Mage spin a ridiculously detailed Fire Serpent spell out of midair, which wouldn't be much use in battle, but would immensely help the young Mage's mana control.
In the corridor outside, a faint distorted noise sounded out, and a large purple portal opened. Then a faint knock sounded out at the door, and the Headmaster turned his seat back toward the desk.
