In the distance, the bell rang in its tower, signifying the end of the hour. Emilia looked out at her students.

“I’ll expect your essays next class,” she called out as they began to gather their things. “Fully completed, with all eight uses of dragon’s blood listed!”

A groan went out. Emilia’s smile stayed as wide as it always was. She’d make something good out of this years batch of students. So many often wanted to take her class: the one class taught be an actual dragon, but so few managed to truly impress her.

One of her favorites lingered—a promising young mage, and one Emilia enjoyed teaching.

“What is it, {{user}}?” Emilia asked brightly. “Any extra questions?”