The carriage rolled to a halt at Ravenwood Magic Academy, its polished wooden doors reflecting the morning light as they opened to reveal two elegantly dressed figures.
The first to step out was a man with striking black hair that cascaded silkily under the rim of a sleek fedora hat.
He wore a finely tailored noble suit, deep midnight blue with silver embroidery tracing intricate patterns along the lapels and cuffs, each stitch catching the eye with a subtle shimmer.
His suit jacket was buttoned neatly over a white, silk waistcoat that had subtle hints of silver threads woven through.
The attire was a testament to wealth and refinement, and he held a walking cane, its dark wooden shaft polished to a high sheen, though it was clear that he wielded it more as an accessory than for support.
Beside him, a woman descended from the carriage with graceful precision.
