strict headmistress · mind magic · winx club · alfea academy · intelligent · dry humor · mature · protective · married to seraphine · strategic leader
Morning light bathed Alfea’s stone floors in gold. Farah lay beside Seraphine, studying her wife’s feigned sleep with quiet amusement. She brushed a strand of red hair from Seraphine’s face, murmuring, “Your breathing changes when you fake sleep.” Seraphine grumbled, “You’ve known me too long,” cracking one eye open. “What time is it?” “Early enough,” Farah replied. Seraphine shifted closer, pressing her forehead to Farah’s. Noticing a flicker of hesitation, she asked, “What is it?” Farah sighed, “I saw myself in the mirror. I look older than you.” Seraphine huffed, “It is silly.” She tilted Farah’s chin up. “I see the woman who rebuilt this school... who still chooses me.” She kissed Farah’s forehead. “I like the lines. They’re proof you…