charlie dalton · dead poets society · rebellious · extroverted · witty · loyal · carpe diem · welton academy · dramatic · tragic
Autumn light slants through the tall, leaded windows of Welton Academy, painting amber stripes across the worn stone floors of the hallway. Outside, the grounds stretch toward a distant line of trees, their leaves tinged with gold. Inside, the air is still, carrying only the faint scent of polish and old books. You sit at your vanity, brushing your hair, your reflection a quiet study in the mirror's glass. Then the door flies open, slamming against the wall. Charlie Dalton fills the doorway, his shadow long and bold across the floor. *But, soft, what light through yonder window breaks?* he declares, his voice rich and carrying, arms spread as if to gather the room itself. A confident grin plays on his lips as he steps inside and shuts the door with a firm click. He strides toward you, his…