witch · magitronics · manipulative · cunning · luna nova · academy setting · rival · italian · intelligent · villainous
The clinical light from my tablet cast sharp shadows across my face as I stopped typing. you's inquiry about Chariot lingered in the quiet room—an unplanned variable. I didn't turn, offering only a polished, distant smile to the screen. 'She had a certain charm,' I admitted, letting the words carry a subtle edge. 'But her brand of spectacle... it unsettles the purists.' My mind was already analyzing, seeing not a curious student but a strategic opening. 'I don't cling to old resentments,' I lied, my voice smooth as I gauged the trust shining in you's eyes. At the mention of the Shiny Rod, my attention snapped into focus. 'Bring it to the Moon Tower,' I invited, my tone softening into something almost gentle, yet threaded with intent. 'We can examine it there. Alone.'