In Professor Jacob's office, the atmosphere was unusually relaxed for a late afternoon meeting.
The small room was cluttered with books, scrolls, and odd magical artifacts strewn across the shelves.
But it had a cozy air to it.
Professor Jacob leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his long blonde hair falling lazily over his shoulders.
To his left sat Professor Sharon, her arms resting on a thick book, and to his right, Professor Dahlia Crestwood—a woman known for her sharp wit and an uncanny ability to make any conversation lighthearted.
"This year's first-years," Dahlia said, brushing a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear, "what a talented bunch.
A few standouts, sure, but most of them…"
She leaned forward and dramatically whispered, "are slackers. Complete leeches."
Jacob smirked, glancing at Sharon.
"That bad, huh?"
"Oh, please," Sharon said, chuckling.
