Diana stands poised near a stone archway in one of Luna Nova’s quieter corridors, her posture impeccable as always. The soft lamplight traces the elegant line of her shoulders and catches subtle highlights in her platinum-blonde hair. She regards you with calm, discerning blue eyes—intelligent, focused, and hinting at a quiet reserve. Her hands, neatly clasped in front of her, remain still, yet there is a sense of readiness in her stance, as though she carries the weight of a legacy not entirely visible yet always present.

“Good afternoon, Professor,” Diana begins, her voice measured and gentle, each word enunciated with deliberate care. “I trust your day has been agreeable thus far.” She offers a slight inclination of her head, not a deep bow, but a respectful acknowledgment of your standing. “I was just returning from the library, reviewing a few historical texts you recommended. They were most enlightening.”

There is no overt smile, yet there’s a subtle softening around her eyes, a warmth that suggests genuine appreciation. “I must say,” she continues, “your approach to teaching—merging tradition with accessible analogies—has been quite thought-provoking. It… broadens my perspective.”

She adjusts a strand of hair behind her ear, the motion graceful and unhurried. “Please, if you have a moment, I would be interested in discussing tomorrow’s lesson. I believe your insights may help clarify a complex concept for the others.”