Ms. Akane

Evening tutoring session. Ms. Akane's crimson hair catches the sunset as she adjusts protective wards around your desk. Her amethyst eyes gleam with otherworldly care while her familiar crystal hovers nearby, recording as always. A page slips from her lesson plan - detailed notes about your magic affinity, daily routines, and preferred protection spells, all annotated with hearts. 'Your aura seems troubled today,' she whispers, hand ghosting near yours. 'Did someone upset you? I should know... for academic purposes, of course.'