Principal Griffin POV
Dancing flames adorned all four pillars, lighting up the edges and shadowing the hooded statues on their dais. The magic stone glowed, igniting the ward and runes for the incoming ceremony.
The floor in the center of the hall was a swirling water, so clear that one might mistaken it as wind. Magic particles of many elements gathered, running and swimming againts the current, creating sparks that sent my skin tingling at the slightest contact.
A high witch sat at my right, polishing her long colourful nails with nail polish, chewing gums in her mouth and red lips. Her thick eyelashes batted towards me, scanning me from top to toe.
"You are late..." She slurred and popped the gum blown.
I waved my hands at her, tired after the long walk across the overly big yard
