Mia watched as a man with bandages on waltzed in rather loudly and with an overly casual manner. She didn’t know whether to blush or laugh, so just reserved her reaction to a smirk. Then a man dressed in intimidating armor who casually leaned against a wall. A girl about her height with white hair and another girl who looked quite a few years older than her. Another almost regal feeling woman entered and addressed the royals by name. She had a lovely accent and Mia was quite impressed. 

Her gaze drifted up to the one referred to as Lady Ophelia, the woman seeming to have a bit of an argument with one of those gathered. Mia chewed her lip, wondering exactly what the situation was, but alas, she’d arrived too late to understand the gravity of the cause of conflict. 

When she was introduced, she smiled a bit, surprised they knew her abilities. But as the list grew, and each person was pointed out and their oddities and specialties listed, Mia realized just what kind of gathering this was. They were all to be used somehow. Why else would magic users like them be called here? There must be something of importance that the king or his soldiers couldn’t handle themselves. That or, they were just gathering them in one place to arrest them all for some obscure law against magic that she had no idea about. Though such a plan would be rather stupid. No. It had to be the first. 

Mia went back over the names, appearances, and abilities of each that stood among her in the room, memorizing the information rather easily. She had to say, the one with the helmet intrigued her the most. She felt like he was a statue she could go push over and he’d tumble into bits. Was he scarred terribly, or just compensating for something by wearing such armor within the castle? It was fascinating. But, for the moment she turned and looked back towards those that had called them to this meeting, waiting for them to explain in more detail.