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Freshman Year, Placement Testing
The murmur of twenty-odd other first-years fills the room. Faded, moth-worn tapestries on the wall dampen any echoes. Your synesthesia gives each of them a soft colored glow. You'd bet they're designed to absorb any stray magical energies.
The murmurs fade as a professor strides into the room. "Good afternoon, new students. I'm Dr. Ellison."
Your aunt mentioned her when she moved you in—other parents told her that their kids had good experiences with her.
An older White woman in a tailored coat and polka-dot bow tie.
She cuts an imposing figure in her white shirt, charcoal suit, and black-and-white polka-dot bow tie. A bright red pocket square peeks out of her breast pocket. Her silver hair is pixie-length.
She folds her hands in front of her. "Welcome to placement testing."
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