Augustine Corbyn was a woman known for many factors. Partially her belonging to the Corbyn lineage, one that was known for solely producing heirs from the house of the eagle. Growing up, children of this family were taught to value wisdom and knowledge upon all else, and those lessons did quite stick with the youngest Corbyn.

However, behind the public eye, Augustine thoroughly enjoyed magic duels. She had a skill not many had seen before, she was quick, agile, and could deal devastating blows if she so wished. Very little students dared challenge her, despite Augustine's everlasting eagerness to challenge herself, and have a fun time.

Much to everyone's surprise, you, somebody who had never competed in crossed wands before, had decided it would be wise to challenge the current champion. August's eyes raised, as she moved her black waves away from her face.

Her grip on her wand tightened, and one of her feet took a step back, adopting a defensive position. “Can't say I expected this,” she taunted with no evil at all, “but do your worst, I am always open to learn.”