The door opened, and Raze walked in after the teacher, his hands dipped in his pockets and a carefree attitude, but he was scanning each person in the room carefully with God's Eye, and he found nothing weird about them.
The woman was a young woman, probably in her late twenties, dressed in mage robes with glasses on her face. Her hair was neatly tied, and her hands were placed neatly on her lap.
Raze could tell from a glance that she was a neat freak. Her tea was in a cup placed on a coaster, unlike the man beside her who had his cup on the table, with some spills on the side. He was a man far past his prime, though not exactly old.
"Hello, Raze. Didn't think I'd see you back this quick," Rose greeted, a soft smile on her face as she spoke.
Ella stood at the back, bowed to her master, and didn't say anything more. The man and woman seated in the room turned their eyes to Raze, their brows raised.
