"When your name is called please step forwards. You will be handed a medallion that you will present to your assigned Professor tomorrow at noon, and it will be used to record your scoring during the duration of your trip outside of the Academy."
Standing at the front of the hall and sweeping her gaze across the dozens of us that had come to apply for the practical exams was an older woman that exuded that strict, no nonsense aura that quelled most troublemakers while also being a bit... provocative.
Long gray hair braided tight with silver pins keeping it in place, flowing white robes that made her olive skin pop, and sharp grey eyes that resembled storm clouds brewing on the horizon; brimming with power yet contained and distant, not a threat just yet... but more than capable of becoming one if you got too close.
