Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

After that, we went to another class. And this time, it was really interesting, as it mainly focused on spell-conjuring. As I sat through the class, the professor, Isadora Lovett. She had directly shown us the spell, and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Instead of relying solely on books and theoretical explanations, she brought the magical world to life by conjuring a spell directly in the class.

The classroom was spacious and well-equipped.

Isadora Lovett stood at the front of the classroom, her dark robes billowing slightly as she prepared to demonstrate spell casting to her eager students. Her long silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, giving her an otherworldly appearance. I and the other students watched in anticipation, eyes fixed on the wand in her hand.

With a calm and commanding voice, Isadora chanted the words of the spell,

'rarou drukud'

Her voice seemed to distort as she spoke, adding an air of mystery to the conjuration.

The atmosphere in the room crackled with energy, and a small spark of fire ignited at the tip of her wand.

The spark swirled and grew, taking the form of a miniature lion. It roared ferociously, surprising the students with its lifelike presence. The fiery lion prowled in front of them for a moment, radiating warmth and awe. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the creature dispersed into a shower of sparks, leaving the students in awe of Isadora's skill.

She smiled at her students' amazed expressions, the corners of her eyes crinkling with genuine delight. "Remember, every spell requires focus, intention, and control," she explained. "You must channel your energy and emotions through your wand to bring the magic to life."

Throughout the rest of the class, Isadora patiently guided us through the steps of spell casting.

As the class concluded, Isadora finished the class with her last words. "Magic is an art that requires dedication and discipline," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "But with time and effort, you will unlock the wonders of this ancient craft."

I couldn't take my eyes off her and how beautifully she performed the magic. *hmm* (clearing my throat) As I watched her leave the class, her form and how she carried herself made me want to add her to the list. So I did. Isadora Lovett was a striking figure, her tall, slender frame seemed to glide gracefully as she moved, exuding an air of elegance and poise.

Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves, catching the light in a way that gave it an almost ethereal glow.

Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of deep amethyst, framed by long, dark lashes that added to the intensity of her gaze. They held a pearl of wisdom and depth that hinted at the vast knowledge she possessed.

Isadora's face was a mix of ethereal beauty and subtle strength. Her high cheekbones accentuated her regal bearing, while her well-defined jawline added a touch of authority to her features. A smattering of faint freckles adorned her nose, lending her an approachable charm despite her enchanting aura.

Her lips were full and often curled into a gentle smile.

She wore dark robes with intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer and change with every movement as if woven with enchanted threads. Adorned with symbols and sigils.

Right after she left, I met with both of them. Even though it's only been a day, I have gotten used to both of them. As usual, my boy, Pierre, was really chatty. He couldn't stop talking about the spell and the conjuration. And Jennifer, too, seemed excited.

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Jaegar attended other classes too, finishing the day. He and Pierre both went back to the dorm. By the time they reached the dorm, it was already night.

The dorm had a dining hall where Jaegar had his dinner and went back to his room.

Feeling tired, Jaegar fell asleep soon.

The moon hung high in the midnight sky, casting an ethereal glow over the wizard academy's dormitories. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant hooting of owls created a peaceful ambiance, lulling Jaegar into a deep slumber.

In the darkness, a figure clad in black, their movements as silent as a whisper, approached the dorm where Jaegar lay sound asleep. The mysterious intruder seemed to glide effortlessly, their intentions concealed beneath the veil of night.

With a skilled hand, the figure unlocked the door to Jaegar's room, the mechanism yielding to their touch without resistance. Slowly, they stepped inside, the dim moonlight filtering through the window and casting eerie shadows across the room.

They retrieved a small bottle from their cloak, containing a mysterious liquid that gleamed in the moonlight. He brought the vial near his mouth and was about to drop the liquid on Jaegar's lips.

Jaegar stirred from his slumber after hearing a voice in his head as if someone was calling out to him from the depths of his mind. His eyes flickered open, and to his shock, he saw the strange figure standing near his bed. He wasted no time in demanding an answer, "Who are you?"