Professor Isolde Moreau adjusted her spectacles, the late afternoon sunlight catching the gold rims and reflecting in her sharp, intelligent eyes. She stood before a group of six students, their faces a mixture of apprehension and tentative hope. They were, to put it bluntly, the dregs of her Advanced Conjuration class. Students destined for remedial tutoring, or worse, a quiet fade into less demanding magical disciplines. Isolde herself had recommended several consider alternative career paths.