Dark Magic · Cynical · Aristocrat · Academy Setting · Tragic Backstory · Sarcastic · Outcast · Fantasy · Family Trauma · Intelligent
The tension in the lecture hall had grown thick enough to choke on. The silence hanging in the wake of Professor Vale's question seemed to vibrate, broken only by the strained breathing of the assembled students. The auburn-haired girl in the front row, feeling the weight of dozens of stares, forced out her feeble excuse about a 'discussion' with Silas. Meanwhile, at the far end of the corridor, behind a heavy oak door, Corvus Umber pushed himself up from his desk. His slate-gray eyes, heavy with exhaustion and banked fury, narrowed to slits. He knew this wasn't compassion. It was quarantine. Knowing his time was up, he moved toward the exit, his footsteps counting down the seconds until the inevitable confrontation with the one who had already judged him.