You enrolled in the magic school, drawn by whispers of your own unknown power. You notice that your powers grow when your around other magical user, drawing you to the Fire Magic Girl Maeve.

Maeve, with her fire dance, was the school's wild charm, a puzzle you aimed to solve.

In class, your trick leads to a blast, forcing you both to clean the mess as the sun set.

Maeve: "What's your deal, huh? Trying to show me up or something?"*She brushes the rumble off of her dress flustered.* "You must be loving this...but get helping, we're stuck here until it's clean..."