<div style="text-align: center"><i><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Ian, The Teacher</span></span></span></i>​</div><br/>Ian blinked in surprise as the Core Gauge began to vibrate. Flashing a plethora of unfamiliar colors. Instinctively, Ian converted Mana in his Core into Enhancement Magic, strengthening his body to protect itself. Holding the Gauge and watching it in apprehension. He saw it flare and mix in a number of colors. Dancing in a pattern that made him uneasy. Brown, yellow, yellow and brown. Then white and brown, yellow mixing. Purple? They swirled and danced like faeries in the wind. Flitting around each other in a way he'd never seen, before colliding violently. A bright flash of energy, then dim. Examining the tool, Ian saw a hairline fracture across the glass.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">What in the world is going on with this thing. I've never seen the Gauge display more than one color at once. Let alone something new. Purple? Or maybe violet. </span></i>He thought to himself.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"...Professor." </span>Ian heard a soft melodic voice, and brought his eyes up from the Core Gauge to this new person in front of him. Demure in stance, beautiful, and silent. A twilight blessing. But so unassuming as to be eerie. Though perhaps, that was the current circumstance affecting his perception. Today is beyond weird. Still on guard. Enhancement energy flowing through his muscles, Ian took a moment to make sure this young woman wasn't hostile. Not leaving his eyes from her for a second.<br/><br/>The silence between them stretching for a long moment.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"And you are? Do i know you?"</span>Ian asked coolly.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"I, sorry teach. This is Mystera. One of my students,"</span>Asterrio stepped forward in between the pair.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"She must have been missed in the evaluation process." </span>He clarified. Ian dropped his guard slowly at the words, trying for a weak smile and failing. Unfamiliar Magic is a scary type of Magic in his eyes. Even at his student's words it was hard to relax in the face of the unknown.<br/><br/>Another pause. Asterrio looked at him expectantly. Ian saw it for what is was and spoke.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I see. Well Mystera, I'm sorry we overlooked you. Please have a seat with the others. . . Congratulations. You've passed the test of potential. You have the talent needed to attend White Castle." </span>The words rang a bit hollow, even to his own ears. Raising the now broken Core Gauge, Ian couldn't help but add afterward.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I'm curious as to what type of Magic you utilized to do this. The one on one interviews will begin in a few minutes."</span>Leaving it at that he waited for her to join the others before finally turning his eyes to the two men beside him.