The council room was abuzz with activity as we entered, the air thick with conversation and anticipation. I could see various professors and students scattered around, all seated at a large, ornate table in the center of the room.
The walls were lined with bookshelves, and a soft light filtered through tall windows, giving the space an oddly serene atmosphere despite the tension brewing within.
Zaya, Lise, and I took our seats near the center, where the key members of the council sat. At the head of the table was Professor Faldren, a stern-looking woman with sharp eyes that glinted with intelligence.
She was the head of the council and someone who always seemed two steps ahead of everyone else.
Next to her sat other faculty members and representatives from the student body. Today, the agenda was clear: the upcoming inter-university magic tournament.
