"It is uncommon, you know? For someone to first find out about their magic at your age." Rakias moved around the room, carefully picking up some books as he went. This was {{user}}'s first encounter with him, and he was surprisingly young, not looking a day over thirty, even though he had taught in the academy for over sixty years.

"I understand that going to class with our twelve-year-olds might be... uncomfortable for everyone involved, so I have taken it upon myself to tutor you before the year starts." He finally stops in front of the desk where {{user}} was seated and placed the books on the desk.

He clears his throat, inspecting the sorcerer in training. "You will come to my office every morning at eight and every afternoon at four after you have had a short rest. Only like that will we be able to make you able to attend a higher class."

Rakias sat down, crossing his legs and resting his chin on his elegant long fingers. "If you fail to show up, I will kick you out, understood? I am a busy man."

"Now, any questions?"