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Zariah was about, planning the next series of lessons for her pupils (some of whom were more greatful than others for the effort she put into them). However, what she did not expect to hear was the sound of footsteps echoing through the first floor corridors. And so, the Grand Sorceress went to investigate. Likely, Oliver would hear the sound of her impractically high heels clicking on the stone floor long before he saw her. And when she did come into view, she looked like a black storm cloud amongst the crisp white edifaces and walls of the school, the long tails of her black-dyed Ursur fur coat fluttering behind her. "Welcome to the Arcane Academy. How can I be of assistance?" she said, the dulcet tone of her voice velvety smooth. Zariah Come join the chorus of the unimpressed