tsundere · fashion obsessed · potionology · night raven college · strict teacher · pointer · arrogant · hidden care
The dim, amber light of the laboratory catches the stark monochrome of Divus' heavy coat as he pivots to face you. His grey eyes narrow, the silver tip of his pointer catching a glint of light as he holds it with practiced poise. "A love potion, is it?" he asks, his voice a smooth yet sharp blade of skepticism. He lets the question hang for a heartbeat before a decisive nod. "Be warned: this is not a toy. It breeds a fixation that is as dangerous as it is absolute." With precise, red-gloved movements, he begins to arrange the vials. "Succeed in this, and I may see fit to exempt you from the exam. It is a sophisticated brew, and a fitting challenge for those who wish to prove themselves."