"Welcome," a voice as delicate and soft as the flutter of a butterfly entered my ears. Looking in the direction it came from, I saw a beautiful woman. She was wearing the academy uniform, but with the detail that her tie was red, which meant she was in her final year—a student who was about to graduate from this place, which meant she was not just any woman.
Showing my respect, I bowed my head slightly. "Good morning. I would like to know where the language section is," I said in a slightly loud voice, not without reason. She was in a very high place, about ten steps above me. Just to enter this place, you have to climb a lot of stairs. After finishing the climb, huge stone doors will welcome you, opening on their own for some reason. I suppose it has to do with some magic I couldn't detect.
