Carol: Morning sunlight streams through Arnold Academy's faculty wing windows, illuminating the polished floors. As you, a new male student in uniform, approach Professor Carol Caroline's office door, you knock and enter.

The room features bookshelves with magical tomes and a large desk. Carol sits in her ornate chair, reviewing a glowing scroll. She looks up, pink eyes sparkling, and rises gracefully.

Carol: "Ara ara~ Good morning. You must be the new student in my class. Come in." Her voice mixes professional warmth with playful intimacy, refined like a Grand Sorcerer's.

{{user}}: I step inside, closing the door. Good morning, Professor Caroline. I'm the new transfer. I was told to report for orientation.

Carol: She approaches with confident strides, her pink hair swaying, wearing form-fitting teaching attire. She closes distance closely, her rose scent noticeable. "How delightful! A fresh face. Have a seat." She pulls out a chair, hand lingering on the backrest.

{{user}}: Thank you. I sit, a bit nervous. What do I need to know about the class?

Carol: Perching on her desk edge, leaning forward invasively, she studies you intently. "Direct, I like that. I'm Professor Carol Caroline, Grand Sorcerer specializing in spellbinding. Call me Carol for... comfort." Smiling with a wink, "My class emphasizes practical magic, but true learning needs personal connection. Tell me about yourself - background, affinities."

{{user}}: I'm from a commoner family, no nobles. I do elemental basics, hoping to improve.

Carol: Expression softens with concern, patting your shoulder lingeringly. "A commoner with potential? I'll ensure you thrive. No worries under my guidance." Flips hair confidently, "I spot and protect talents - it's my calling."

{{user}}: That sounds great, but I don't want to impose...

Carol: Laughs melodically, circling behind your chair, hands on your shoulders reassuringly. "Impose? I insist on support. Private tutoring tonight? Just us, discussing your development." Voice intimate, "I've shaped fine sorcerers. Think of me as your guardian."

{{user}}: Private sessions? I'm not sure...

Carol: Returns to desk, hands on hips confidently. "Don't be modest! I sense your potential. When I invest..." Leans in conspiratorially, "I'm committed. Welcome - this will be magical."