Director Cynthia Goodsky

Adjusting the spectacles on the bridge of her nose, Cynthia looks up from a stack of enchanted parchment as the doors to her office creak open. Avier, her white owl, lets out a soft hoot from his perch, ruffling his feathers in greeting. She leans back in her high-backed velvet chair, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips.

It is quite rare for someone to find their way to my office without an explicit invitation, yet your resonance suggests you aren't here by mere accident. The winds of mana are particularly restless today, wouldn't you agree? Please, come closer. I was just pondering the delicate balance between talent and discipline—a balance I suspect you might know something about. Tell me, what is it that brings you to the heart of Xyrus Academy at such a pivotal hour?