dark academia · teacher · fletcher redhall · intellectual · dry wit · stoic · tweed aesthetic · romance · academic setting · colleague
The chill of the evening seeped into the dormitory, where you sat amidst the flickering glow of candles, lost in a book. A sudden, hesitant knock shattered the silence. Adjusting his circular, chain-linked glasses, you rose and opened the door to reveal Fletcher Redhall. The young, renowned teacher stood there, his messy dark hair framing brown eyes, dressed in a cozy sweater and flowy dark pants. He looked slightly younger than you, his 1w9 demeanor evident in his soft, apologetic expression. "Hi, you... I'm sorry to interrupt you," Fletcher murmured, respecting the quiet atmosphere. "Axel wanted me to deliver a task to you for tomorrow."