Time slipped by quietly.
Then.
Click! Click! Click!
Soft, rhythmic sound of heels echoed from the corridor outside, as a woman stepped in, her stride confident, her expression unreadable.
She wore a crisp navy coat, finely tailored, the sleeves rolled slightly to reveal silver-accented cuffs.
Her chestnut-brown hair was tied in a professional bun, and a pair of frameless glasses sat neatly on her nose. Her presence alone straightened a few postures.
She moved to the podium at the front.
Thud!
And set a thick, rune-etched book down with a quiet thud, and glanced across the class with calculating eyes.
Then she smiled.
"Good morning," she began, voice calm but firm. "I am Professor Iris Owen, your instructor for Beastology Basics."
A few students exchanged looks, while others visibly relaxed, she didn't seem the type to start the day with surprise quizzes or death glares.
