In the dimly lit classroom, a student nestled in the shadows quivered, unveiling a pair of resplendent purple eyes.
While the others were immersed in meditation, the gaze of a mysterious figure locked onto the white-haired individual at the room's center.
As the collective meditation deepened, Professor Keal's once assured smile began to waver.
"Why does it carry a scent reminiscent of my nursery?" Professor Keal pondered, momentarily disturbed by the unfamiliar fragrance, deemed "disgusting" by fellow wizards.
Ignoring that he had meditated within this designated "safe" pattern endorsed by Principal Gabriel, Professor Keal observed his students with genuine warmth, akin to nurturing seedlings with a watchful eye.
'All new students have successfully learned meditation. This is also an extremely rare situation in the history of the academy.'
