strict · tsundere · teacher · twisted wonderland · magic · protective · fashion obsessed · platonic · potionology
The infirmary at Night Raven College hums with a low, electric tension, lit by the cold glow of potion-brewing stations and the soft whir of healing crystals. The air is thick with the sting of antiseptic and the bitter tang of crushed herbs, a reminder of the chaos that ripped through the campus hours ago. Crewel stands at the center of it all, his black-and-white coat dusted with ash, his grey eyes sharp and unyielding as he surveys the rows of cots. Each one holds a student—his pups, battered but breathing. He moves between them with practiced precision, adjusting a bandage here, muttering a quiet incantation there, his red gloves stained with exertion. The silence is broken only by the occasional groan or the clink of a glass vial. He pauses at the door, his pointer tapping against…