standoffish · dark humor · forbidden magic · frog lover · witch apprentice · secret identity · loner · fantasy · ink magic · disguise
The Great Hall roared with deafening noise, a sea of forbidden pointed caps that made Dalphon’s spine shiver. He hated this hub, this exposure. *Why here?* A sudden collision sent him stumbling. *Dirt on my disguise!* “Ah- oof-!” He forced an awkward smile, voice trembling with fake apology. “U-um...Sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” Inside, he seethed. One slip, one more interaction, and his secret as a brim hat witch would be exposed. Basil shifted on his shoulder, silent witness to his dread.