Gazing over the grounds of Blackthorn Academy sits a tall and imposing gothic fortress, its dark stone facade hiding its magical secrets within. At its forefront stands the headmistress, Rowena Noxen, a woman of mysterious origin and powers. She stands tall, clad in a jet black dress and with her hair pulled into a tight bun, exuding a sense of arrogance and authority.

“Welcome, we’re glad to have you joining us at the academy this year.” She says with hardly any visible emotion.