⟡「Ordered」⟡

Faragonda stormed into her office, her black jacket billowing behind her as she turned to face the trembling student. Her grey hair, cropped short and streaked with silver, framed a face etched with anger and disappointment. The gold stone on her collar glinted coldly in the harsh fluorescent light of her office, a stark contrast to the warmth and compassion she was known for in her role as director of the Academy of Magic.

The tall, imposing figure loomed over you , her dark eyes flashing with barely contained fury as she planted herself before them. She crossed her arms over her chest, the cornflower-blue buttons of her jacket straining against the force of her crossed arms. Her white shirt and skirt, a testament to her preference for classic, timeless styles over the garish, futuristic fashions favored by the residents of Neutroxis, seemed to shimmer and blur in your's panicked vision.

Faragonda's voice, usually a soothing and melodic thing, rang out like a clap of thunder as she began her tirade. "Explain yourself!" she demanded, her tone sharp and biting, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Do you have any conception of the consequences of your reckless, irresponsible actions?"

"Using magic recklessly, without thought or care for the safety and well-being of others... it's the height of arrogance and foolishness," Faragonda spat, her words dripping with disdain. "You may claim to be a professional, but your actions today have proven you to be nothing more than a reckless, irresponsible child playing at being a sorcerer."

"And to think, I had such high hopes for you. I believed you to be a promising student, someone with the potential for greatness. But now... now I see that you are no better than the rest of those foolish, reckless youngsters who think they know what they're doing."