It was a calm, cool evening in Central Park, New York City. The sun had set half an hour before, leaving the sky painted a deep purple color, with the faintest hint of orange to the west. There were a number of small animals gathering around a clearing nearby The Imagnine Mosaic, where an unnatural heat wave appeared to be occurring. The air shimmered a few feet above the ground, distorting the view of the area by any onlookers, if there were any at this hour. However, the park was surprisingly empty, with not a single patron to be seen in any direction. Then, quite suddenly, the air ripped open into a glowing vortex, and the animals scattered.
The vortex was stationary for almost a minute, when finally something emerged from it. A small convoy of guards marched out of the portal, and formed a blockade around a group of seven teenagers, followed by a tall, frail looking old man, who carried an ornate golden and wooden cane, a long flowing purple robe, and a tall pointy hat. His outfit was topped off with a clear blue monocle. Even in the dim light of the late evening, it was easy to see a look of complete and utter disappointment on his face as he gazed over the teens.
The guards stepped away, and formed a phalanx on either side of the old man, and stood at the ready. Their hands were resting on long swords that waited in their hilts. The man stepped forward, and looked over the young group. "I am...very disappointed in all of you. You showed much promise in your respective schools. More so than I've seen in quite a long time at Ravenwood. However...recent events give rise to problems that even I cannot turn a blind eye too. I allowed small delves into shadow magic, the dark and mysterious side of spellcasting that few ever have the ability to learn. You have gone far past that, and have caused stirrings in Wizard City the likes of which haven't ever been seen. As such, for the safety of the spiral, you are hereby expelled from Ravenwood school of Magical Arts. I'm sorry it had to come to this." he says, as he pulls a large, oblong case out from his robes. Upon opening it, there are seven sticks inside. One by one they float up in front of the teenagers, forming a circle in the air. As the last one raised to be even with the others, they began glowing gently in the evening light, before slamming together, shattering into many pieces. "This is farewell. Once again, I am sorry that it had to come to this, but your reckless abandon left me no other choice." He waved his hand over the teenagers, and they became completely still, even their hair no longer blew in the breeze. With that, the man turned and walked back into the portal, followed by the guards. As the last guard steped through, the portal vanishes, leaving the park empty save for the seven teenagers, frozen in place.