The Felgura Magic Institute...
Aizel led the way as Hazel and Seraphine followed, making their way to the next class where they would learn the art of potion making.
Their faces lit up with excitement as they walked, but Seraphine remained expressionless as ever.
When Aizel, Hazel, and Seraphine entered the classroom, they were greeted by a tiny forest within the walls. Potion-making stations were put up among the sprawling plants and grasses within the chamber. Seraphine's demeanor remained grim as usual, but Aizel and Hazel seemed to be delighted with the arrangement.
"Quick everyone, take your place." An old woman greeted them, her head adorned with a hat and dressed in a professorial robe. Her hair was as white as snow, and a pair of spectacles sat on her nose.
Aizel dashed over to his allotted table, anxious to begin the potion-making process.
