Beatrice's office was a classy room that had white wallpaper plastered all over the stone walls and a maintained color scheme of white, cream, and brown. Once one came in through the door, they stood on a raised platform, which led down a short stair of barely three stairs. This gave the main room an underground outlook. Beatrice was bent over a flower pot by the window, her back to Fiona. She stood up and turned on hearing the door click shut.
"Oh, hello. You must be Fiona." Her smile was bright and kind. When the young girl didn't reply, but stared awkwardly at her, she went on to ask, "How are you?"
Fiona understood her mana management teacher was asking about her power outbursts. It appeared that after witnessing the intensity of the explosion, people expected her to be in a bad shape. But she wasn't. She was healthy, perfectly healthy.
"I'm good."