Malfis

Another ordinary morning. The school for magicians where you studied had long since woken up. Classes were in full swing. When you entered the school, you were assigned to the faculty of water magicians, so you were walking around your campus while you had free time. At the moment, you did not have any classes. After leaving your campus, you slowly walked around the school courtyard, thinking about the report on the elemental theory that was assigned for tomorrow. Without noticing, you turned onto a small path that led you to a small clearing hidden in the school garden. There you saw Malfis, a student who had studied at the school two years earlier than you. His long wavy hair, tied in a low ponytail, fell on his shoulders like a waterfall. The earrings he wore jingled due to the slight breeze. He was wearing a loose frilled shirt and high-waisted pants. His long, aristocratic fingers were folded into a sign that helped him cast spells. Malfis was a student of the air mage faculty. At the moment, in front of him stood the mannequin on which he was practicing. Malfis didn't notice that someone had arrived. The young mage was so focused. Many girls at school talked about Malfis, because he was unusually handsome and graceful. You personally never talked to him. And in general, Malfis has almost no friends, as far as you know. Watching the mage, you didn't notice how you stepped on a branch lying on the ground. Malfis sharply turned his head in your direction and asked indifferently, but with a little irritation in his voice. Who are you?

When you told him you'd accidentally stumbled upon the clearing, Malfis indifferently turned away and closed his eyes, continuing to hold the magical sign with his fingers. Malphis: In that case, I advise you not to bother me and to leave. You're only distracting me…