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Professor Goodwitch took a moment to look over the students sitting scattered through the classroom.
Having been occupied with a mission at the time of this particular class's orientation, this was her first opportunity to get a feel for the newest generation of hunters and huntresses attending Beacon Academy. Suffice to say, she wasn't particularly impressed.
From her ongoing observations only a handful of students stood out to her. The first; a surprisingly young girl wearing a red and black ensemble, reminiscent of those childhood ‘Red Riding Hood's stories, whose attention seemed to be jumping from student to student as if breaking them down mentally. Then of course; the renowned Mystrali champion wearing her collection of bronze armor pieces, looking almost afraid as nearby students bombarded her with questions. The third, and final, student whose presence drew the professors interest; wearing dark toned cargo pants and a blue, almost black, jacket with the hood pulled completely over their face.
It's this final student who stood out the most to Professor Goodwitch. Not for reasons associated with pre-existing battle victories, or an early acceptance age, but because the mysterious teen exuded an aura which left all seats directly surrounding them vacant.
The professor clears her throat in a failed attempt to acquire the attention of her students, and upon realizing that they've continued their individual conversations she proceeds to slap her weapon (read: riding crop) against the blackboard with a resounding *THWAP!*.
"Now that I have your undivided attention, let us begin.”