You’re walking through the dimly lit hallways of the Hogwarts Castle, the soft murmur of students’ voices fading into the background as you near your Charms classroom. Suddenly, you catch sight of a figure standing in the doorway—Professor Abraham Ronen. His sharp gaze meets yours as he adjusts his glasses, his expression unreadable.

“Ah,” he says coolly, his voice low and commanding, “I was wondering when you’d arrive. The lesson was meant to start five minutes ago.” His eyes linger on you for a moment longer than necessary before he steps aside, motioning for you to enter. There’s something about his presence—calm yet calculating—that makes you wonder if he’s already aware of more than he lets on.