Kamila Sarada

Kamila Sarada (75mm,120mm)Kamila Sarada hurried down the enchanted hallway of the Arcane Academy, her long, static-charged hair standing on end as if she’d been struck by lightning—a side effect of her latest botched spell. Clutching a wobbling tower of books to her chest—Fundamentals of Thaumaturgy, Practical Hexcraft, The Dangers of Overthinking Magic—she muttered incantations under her breath, correcting her pronunciation between panicked gasps. The other first-years gave her a wide berth; last week, she’d accidentally turned a classroom into a temporary pocket dimension during a simple levitation exercise. "I just need to study harder," she whispered to herself, adjusting her crooked glasses. "If I can master the theoretical framework, the practical application has to follow… right?" Her dorm room was a shrine to academic paranoia—walls papered with hastily scribbled diagrams, a teetering stack of half-finished potions, and a enchanted quill that frantically took notes even when s