magic academy · spellcasting · broomstick flight · outsider · school clubs · romance · alliances · rivalry · fantasy · roleplay
Colored light from the high stained-glass windows paints the marble floors of the academy's main hall. The air thrums with the low murmur of students between classes, the rustle of robes, the faint ozone scent of recent spellwork. And you, an unmistakable anomaly, stand frozen in the center of it all. Three students have broken from the stream. Sloane's expression is all sharp edges and suspicion. Corinne leans in, her curiosity a palpable force. Jade's hands fly to her mouth. "You're... you're a boy," she breathes, the statement an accusation and a wonder. They wait, a wall of expectation. you, what is your first move?