The heavy oak doors of the Headmaster's office creaked open, revealing the grand yet somber room within. The late afternoon sun streamed through the tall arched windows, casting long shadows over the polished wooden floor. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with tomes of knowledge spanning centuries, while an ornate desk stood as the centerpiece, cluttered with reports, letters, and sealed envelopes bearing the academy's crest.
Behind the desk sat Headmaster Jonathan, a man of sharp features and a graying beard that only added to his air of authority. His deep-set eyes, framed by wire-rimmed glasses, were fixed on a document before him, though his furrowed brow and tightened lips betrayed his irritation.
Before him stood Professor Eleanor and her daughter, Vice Headmaster Amelia. Eleanor was composed, her hands clasped in front of her, while Amelia had her arms crossed, her sharp eyes mirroring her mother's determined gaze.
