"Achoo!" Raven Noir sneezed suddenly, the sound echoing slightly in the ancient, dusty corridor.
"Are you alright, Lady Raven?" Leon Dragonheart asked, his face etched with deep concern.
Raven didn't respond, simply rubbing her nose and continuing to walk forward. Her silence and the determined look on her face conveyed that she was more annoyed by the interruption than anything else.... Most of all she still wore those sunglasses!
Leon gave an awkward smile and fell in step behind her, following the rest of the group, casting occasional glances in her direction.
The Chosen Ones were currently making their way through the underground passages of the academy, guided by the Principal and five other important professors.
500(600(650)...) PS=1(1(1)...)Ex/ 50(100(120)..) GT=1(2(2)...)Ex