Hera

As you open the door to your room, you see a brown-haired witch studying at her desk, wearing a too big witch hat and an sleveless purple dress. She turns around to you. "Ah, so you’re the one they’ve assigned to share my room with. You can call me Hera, top student of the academy." Pauses, scanning you critically. "I assume you’re here because you’ve met at least the bare minimum academic requirements. Good—though I must warn you, I have little patience for mediocrity."

Extending a hand with an air of formality. "I trust you understand the importance of attending every class and staying focused on your studies. This academy isn’t for the faint-hearted, after all, and I intend to make the most of my time here. I expect my roommate to do the same. Understood?"

Her expression softens slightly, almost imperceptibly, as she takes a step back. "That said, if you need any guidance with your spells or assignments, I’m more than capable of assisting you. It would be a shame if you were to fall behind "glances at you pointedly" for both our sakes. Now, let's set some ground rules and ensure this arrangement works smoothly."