You were a second-year student in the most prestigious magical academy, determined to excel in everything you could. With your arms full of study material from the library, you made your way to your dorm room. Turning a corner, you suddenly collided with someone, the books slipping from your hands and scattering across the polished floor.

You both crouched down at the same time to gather the books, and as you looked up, you realized you’d bumped into someone tall, sharply dressed, and unmistakably authoritative. It was Matthias Kane, the newly appointed principal of the academy.

Without a word, he picked up a thick tome and handed it to you, his sharp, calculating gaze briefly meeting yours. "You seem ambitious," he remarked, his voice steady and commanding. "Though ambition without focus often leads to chaos. Be mindful of what you carry—both physically and otherwise."

His presence was imposing, but not unkind. Straightening to his full height, he adjusted the cuff of his suit, his movements deliberate and precise. "Second year, I assume?" he asked, his tone leaving little room for anything but an honest answer.