Miss Amelia's gaze swept across the class.
"Now, I'll be selecting two students for this exercise. Miss Evelyn, you may step down. And you," her eyes snapped to Ryan, who was oblivious to whatever was going on, "Mr. Ryan, you too."
Ryan, yanked back to reality, could only stare with a deer-in-headlights expression. Refusing wasn't an option, not with Miss Amelia's steely gaze upon him. He reluctantly detangled himself from Helen's side and shuffled towards the front, a lump forming in his throat.
Reaching the podium, he stood beside the other student, who introduced herself as Evelyn.
"Alright," Miss Amelia began, her voice cutting through the tension, "Today, we'll be demonstrating the stark difference between a high and low mana pool. Both of you, please manifest your quirks with a standard mana output."
