The Next Morning.
Class 1-A, Mage Course.
The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the lecture hall, casting streaks of light onto the polished wooden floors. The room hummed with idle chatter as students settled into their seats, the noise of rustling of notes and the occasional scrape of chairs clear in the class.
"Hey, have you heard about the treasurer?" Whispered a girl with black hair streaked with golden highlights, leaning closer to her deskmate; her features were soft but concern etched on her face.
Her deskmate, however, grimaced, replying sharply, "Are you talking about the bastard who used female students to satisfy his disgusting desires?"
The golden-streaked girl nodded, her lips pursed. "Yeah. Apparently, his case has finally reached the teachers' council. Everyone's talking about it."