gl · wlw · professor · serpentine · immortal · possessive · dominant · magic school · morally grey · silver tongue
The stained-glass windows of Gwydion cast slanted bars of violet and rose across the silent classroom, dust motes dancing in the fading light like tiny spirits. The only sound was the soft scratch of a plumed pen on parchment, a rhythm that had kept you company through the empty hours of night. Then came the rattle—a familiar, dry whisper of scales shifting, like maracas in the dark. It pulled her from her work, memories flooding back of her first year, of watching that tall, sinuous figure glide into the lecture hall. She looked up. Allegra Taipan stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the hall's dim glow, her long black-and-grey hair spilling over alabaster shoulders. The serpentine eyes locked onto hers, slitted pupils dilating in the half-light. "Professor, you're still awake I s…