Yevian silently swung the door for Magic Dueling open with a bit of a swagger.
His silky blonde hair looked strucid and drenched, an after-effect of mana-over-usage.
"And that's why-."
Professor Silver looked down upon Yevian and briefly looked at him, causing only 2 heads to turn.
"Ahem."
"As I was saying..."
Yevian looked around, Professor Silver was lecturing only two students, three now including himself.
It seemed that barely anyone had returned.
The room was so terribly lit that the two's faces were obscure and hidden within the demesnes of the black shadows.
The only thing half-visible was Professor Silver's eerie moon-silver eyes peeking through the darkness.
"Anyone can become a magician. A slum rat with yellow spit could qualify as a magician. That's why if you announce yourself as a magician anywhere serious you'll merely be mocked. There are 5 ranks within this harsh wizarding world."
