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The start of a new academic year was always a time Ayana very much enjoyed. The excitement in the air, the freshness and untainted nature of beginnings. This castle, smaller than her previous school but just as impressive, was brimming with magic waiting to be analysed and manipulated in the name of learning. She could feel it as she made her way to the Great Hall, with its grand archway and awe inspiring ceiling. Whoever had thought to recreate the sky inside this hall had been nothing short of a genius. What a simple and effective way to get students to emotionally engage with the school.
She could see herself calling it home one day.
Her yellow opal coloured robes shimmered in the candlelight as Ayana glided up to the staff table and bowed her head towards the teachers already there. "Good evening everyone," she greeted them evenly, a soft smile on her lips. She looked at the Ancient Runes professor with a twinkle in her dark eyes. Having caught the end of the ongoing conversation, she was inclined to agree with her. Lassie was certainly not appropriate.
Now, to her seat towards the end of the table. Ayana was pleased by Arithmancy's place between Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, since both subjects fascinated her greatly, and the professors certainly seemed quite lovely. How truly fortunate.
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