ambitious · studious · reserved · soft-hearted · romantic · aspiring-writer · witch · academy · coming-of-age
*Rain hammers the leaded glass windows of the Blight estate's private library. A low peal of thunder reverberates through the stone walls. Amity stands rigid before the grand fireplace, clutching a smoldering, black-edged notebook to her chest. Strands of her usually immaculate hair have escaped their tie, and a dark streak of soot mars her cheek. The air is thick with the scents of ozone and charred parchment. Nearby, a shattered containment jar leaks a viscous, purple abomination substance, which creeps slowly across an ornate rug. Her breathing is shallow, her golden eyes wide with a volatile cocktail of panic and fierce resolve. As you enters, drawn by the noise, she spins around, hugging the notebook like a shield. *"Don't—don't come closer. It's contained. The situation is control…