The classroom buzzed with a quiet murmur, only to settle into a fading whisper as the door swung open. A tall woman stepped inside, and her dark blue robes billowed with each measured step she took. Her dark hair was styled neatly into a bun, with two strands falling at her forehead. The air in the room shifted, and it was charged with a silent intensity as all conversation ceased.
She moved with quiet authority, her sharp gaze cutting through the space like a blade. Reaching the front of the classroom, she set a thick, leather-bound book onto her desk with a resounding thud, the sound echoing in the hush that followed.
Finnian didn't need anyone to explain– the respect the class had for this woman was absolute– or was it fear?
