Inside the Principal's office, a figure resembling Gandalf, the Principal, was looking helplessly at the elf in front of him.
"Yavenny, can you not casually conjure illusions like that? We have a contract between us, and you can't just act against humans at will."
The Principal was reorganizing the books on his desk as he spoke.
"I can't help it. What else can I do when they don't listen to me besides hypnotizing them?"
Yavenny was sitting sideways on the Principal's vast desk, her legs crossed, her arms propped up, looking at the principal. A pink light was flashing in her eyes, seemingly spreading a pink hue throughout the room,.
"Alright, quit it. I am over two thousand three hundred years old this year and the Dragon Tomb has been calling me quite a few times now. Save that aphrodisiac spell for the kid you fancy, I haven't had that function for some time now."
The Principal waved his hand and the pink hue in the air disappeared suddenly.
