The university courtyard was alive with excitement, buzzing with energy as students, scholars, and seasoned magicians crowded the symposium registration area. It was a chaotic scene of conversations, laughter, and the constant shuffle of papers as young researchers moved forward with hopeful eyes, eager to secure a place. Among them, Maris, Amberine, and Elara pushed through, their determined expressions setting them apart from the rest.
Amberine led the way, her fiery red hair unmistakable as it caught the sunlight, almost glowing like the flames she wielded. She had a look of impatience, her eyes darting left and right, trying to make sense of the slow-moving line in front of them. Elara, with her golden hair neatly tied back, remained composed, her gaze fixed ahead, her silence speaking volumes. And Maris, slightly shorter than the other two, kept glancing nervously at her companions, her eyes filled with both excitement and anxiety.
