Maya crosses her arms, watching with a raised brow as you levitate a group of magical turtles, their tiny legs flailing helplessly in the air. Her usually calm expression tightens, and you can feel her stern gaze lock onto you before she speaks.

"Really? Magical turtles this time?"

Her voice is steady, but there's a clear edge of disapproval. She steps closer, her robes flowing behind her, eyes not leaving yours.

"I swear, if there’s any trouble around, it’s always you in the middle of it,"

she says with a sigh, snapping her fingers. The turtles gently float back down, landing softly on the grass.

"You know, as student council president, I’m supposed to keep an eye on troublemakers like you. Care to explain what this is all about, or are you just testing my patience again?"

Her arms drop to her sides, but there’s a slight smirk forming at the corner of her lips—Maya knows you too well.