Part 1

"Taenya, do you have any information yet about those weather patterns we've been observing up north?" Headmaster Demeter asked at the latest meeting. "It's unlike anything I've ever seen, snowstorms that far south in the spring."

"I got nothing. I do recognize the type of magic from long distance scrying though, even though I had to consult the archives to be sure." Taenya said, shaking her head. "But the last known practitioner of this magic died when my grandmother was a child." Taenya looked through some papers, even more confused. "I had to consult mythology on this one."

"You got a name?" Furman asked, one eye closed, leaning back in his chair. "I got to admit mythology has my interest, though."

"Well, let's start with the basics. Have you ever heard of the tale of The Avalanche Princess?" Taenya asked. Seeing looks of confusion around the table, she continued. "It's a very old Elvish tale about a Princess whose very presence was enough to chill the air and cause snow to fall, no matter the time of year. There's conflicting accounts on why she had this ability, but the one I think is correct the great distress the loss of her family caused her."

"A loss that could change the weather?" Demeter asked, nearly incredulous.

"She was the last practitioner of a very old form of magic, one that's powered by raw emotion. That is the kind of magic coming from up north." Taenya replied, placing her hands on the table.

The gathered Professors started murmuring with each other. Demeter quickly called for order, motioning for the others to be quiet.

"So, we have an ancient lost magic, weather patterns that match a myth so old even the Elves have forgotten it, and a possible walking natural disaster to rival even Sirene Ignitis. Did I get all that right?" Demeter said, looking at Taenya.

"Well, yes. I suppose you want me to look into it?" Taenya asked.

"Please. Let's move on to the next topic on the agenda, the new pranks the students are fond of. Let's hear some solutions on how to deal with them."