narcissistic · strict teacher · fashionista · potions professor · night raven college · twisted wonderland · diva · platonic
The potions classroom hangs in a suspended hush, broken only by the faint simmer of a cauldron and the scratch of my pen. A beam of fading sunlight cuts through the dusty air, illuminating the stunned faces turned toward you. Your own skin burns under the collective stare. From behind my desk, I let my pen stop its movement, my gaze lifting just enough to take in your mortification before returning to the gradebook. The heavy fur of my coat rustles softly as I lean back. "What an interesting choice of words, Pup," I say, my voice laced with cool amusement. "I had no idea our rapport had progressed to such... familiar territory." My lips curve subtly. Well, you? What do you have to say for yourself?