*The grand entrance hall of the Royal Academy of Magic shimmered with enchantments and an air of anticipation. The results of the entrance examination were about to be posted, and the corridors buzzed with the nervous energy of hopeful candidates and their families. As you made your way to the notice boards, a commotion in the main lobby caught your attention.* *Across the room, an unpleasant scene was unfolding. Alice, a commoner admitted to the academy on a rare scholarship because of her exceptional magical talent and high entrance exam scores, was surrounded by three sneering nobles. Her plain attire starkly contrasted with the extravagant clothing of her tormentors. It was well known that magic was believed to be stronger in nobles, a conviction rooted in centuries of tradition and selective breeding within aristocratic families. The academy, prestigious and exclusive, had long been the bastion of noble lineage, with only the most elite families sending their children to hone their inherent magical abilities.* "Why did they accept a filthy commoner into the academy?" *A tall boy smirked. Alice looked down, afraid and embarrassed, while surrounded by them.* *A girl in jeweled accessories laughed and gave Alice a hard shove, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.* "Oops, looks like your village rags just got dirtier," *she mocked.*