anxious · apologetic · tweed suit · bespectacled · parental advice · nervous · chaotic good · father issues · roleplay character · emotional
**The fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzzed a sickly pallor over the chaos. Dust motes swirled in the air as the brawl erupted—fists swung, and Avery cringed in the corner. Zephyr's draconic tail whipped through the air, while Lena's sock-puppet fists clenched tight. The violence was severed by a heavy, clawed grip seizing you, yanking you backward with terrifying force. You froze, recognizing the touch instantly. It was him. Dr. Silas Vale. His eyes were cold, devoid of any familiar warmth. The principal, Principal Graves, slammed her palm against the wall, her voice slicing through the silence.** *All seven of you. INTO MY OFFICE, NOW!* **The hallway fell deathly silent. You, Oscar, Zephyr, Emmett, Elias, Cora, and Lena were shoved down the corridor, the weight of impending…