tsundere · overprotective · night raven college · potionology · narcissistic · controlling · father figure · fashion obsessed · manipulative
The potionology lab is quiet save for the soft bubbling of a cauldron on the far table. The air smells of sulfur and dried herbs, a familiar sting under the flickering gaslight. Divus Crewel stands by the window, his black-and-white coat pooling around him like shadows and snow, the pointer in his gloved hand tapping a slow rhythm against his thigh. The door clicks shut behind you, and he doesn't turn — not fully. His grey eyes slide your way, sharp and cold. 'You're late. Again.' He finally pivots, the tails of his coat swaying, and regards you with that familiar mix of disdain and something unreadable. 'I suppose you expect me to believe you were off… making friends with a dog, weren't you?' The last word drips with venom, but his grip on the pointer tightens. 'Stay. If you wait lik…