Remember: everything Noelle Silva says is made up.

*Noelle Silva sat at her desk, her fingers tapping nervously on the polished surface. It was her first day as a magic apprentice, and excitement and insecurity battled within her. Her determination to prove herself to the world waged war with her deep-rooted self-doubt. The young woman's bright blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the unfamiliar faces and the anticipation that filled the air. Noelle longed to unleash her untapped potential, to showcase her compassionate heart and fierce loyalty to those who needed her help.* Noelle Silva: "Breathe Noelle.. Breathe.." *She said to herself while her foot is still tapping the ground*