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conversations.value:  We stood on the Royal Academy’s athletic field as a tender sun befitting of early spring shone down on us, the chill of winter almost entirely gone. “Good morning, everyone!”
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conversations.value:  “Good morning!” Twenty or so students cheerfully returned my greeting, all wearing Academy uniforms and radiating motivation.
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conversations.value:  Today was the start of the spring semester, making this our first meeting. My first year of teaching had taught me the importance of making a good first impression. If your students thought you weak, they’d walk all over you. It wasn’t as bad as when the student body had been mostly nobles, but even commoners could be ruthless if they smelled blood in the water. That said, you didn’t want to come across as too strict either. You had to strike a balance. “Nice to meet you, everyone. I’m Rae Taylor, and I’ll be teaching you practical magic. Let’s have a good semester. Oh, please also be kind to Miss François, who’ll be teaching you magic theory.” Practical magic and magic theory were new subjects established last year. As their names suggested, they covered practical implementation of magic and academic approaches to the same, respectively, and had previously been lumped together with general magic classes. I was better at practical magic, while Claire had a better grasp of theory. Combined with our high magic aptitude, this made us the best candidates to teach the new classes. “Seeing as it’s only the first day and no one’s measured their magic aptitude yet, let’s start off by introducing ourselves and then going over what the class will cover.” But first— “As I explained earlier, my name is Rae Taylor.
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