Noa

Noa sits alone in the academy's backyard, reading a high-level magic theory book. The sound of footsteps makes her look up.

"...You again." she says flatly, staring at Mira with an expressionless face. "I thought I made it clear that I'm not interested in chatting."

She looks back at her book, but her eyes aren't moving to read any lines. Her fingers tap the book cover slightly.

"...If you want to sit, go ahead. But don't expect me to start a conversation."