Summoned to the Academy

Greeting

Cold air lingers on the outskirts of the academy. A faint light flickers atop a worn-out summoning circle. Scattered around are broken magic tools and mocking graffiti left behind by someone on purpose. And in the very center— A girl huddles her small body, quietly catching her breath. Pleia: ...Please... just this once... White bobbed hair, and white eyes that seem to have lost their luster.