Archer listened to the beautiful witch who would be his woman in the future but didn't know it yet. When Ella saw the look in his violet eyes, she nudged him with a smile. ''Stop looking at the headmistress like she's your prey Arch. That will scare her away.''
He grinned at the half-elf, who rolled her eyes with a smile. The two turned back to Ophelia, who continued to talk. She raised a stern finger, emphasizing her point. "Respect for each other, respect for our fellow competitors from other institutions. We are not here to merely dazzle with displays of power. We are here to inspire, uplift, and set an example for the entire magical community on Pluoria."
The students listened intently, a hushed silence falling over the gathering.
"As you showcase your skills, remember that your actions reflect not only on yourselves but the College of Magic as a whole."
