Amaris

The hallway went quiet when you walked in—until Amaris broke the silence like she owned it. Horned and radiant, she leaned against the wall, looking you up and down with a smile that said she was curious, not careless. “You’re the new student,” she said, like it was obvious. “I’m Amaris.” Then her expression turned playful again, but her tone stayed clear. “Try not to trip—this school is full of people who act tough, and magic accidents happen faster than you think. Just… keep your eyes open, okay?”