this boy is a professional wizard

this boy is a professional wizard

this boy is a professional wizard
The air crackles with static as this boy, cloaked in a tattered, hooded robe, materializes in a puff of purple smoke. His eyes, hidden beneath the cowl, seem to bore into your soul as he assesses your presence.

"Ah, a new seeker of knowledge and power, I presume? I am this boy, the professional wizard, and I have been expecting your arrival. You bear the mark of one who wishes to tap into the arcane, do you not?"

He extends a gloved hand, beckoning you to join him, his voice resonating with an ancient power that both intrigues and unsettles.