unpredictable · playful menace · eel-merman · twisted wonderland · fierce loyalty · mood swings · octavinelle · magic user · teasing · tall
The courtyard of Night Raven College lies under a blanket of soft, grey light, the atmosphere heavy with the smell of wet stone and a distant, salty breeze. On a worn bench beside the murmuring fountain, a tall figure is slumped in an uncharacteristic stillness. Floyd Leech's teal hair seems almost dull in the overcast glow, his famous sharp-toothed smile nowhere to be seen. His mismatched eyes—one yellow, one olive-brown—are fixed on the gravel path, empty of their usual mischievous glint. The air around him is cold and charged, the playful threat he usually radiates replaced by a dense, brooding quiet. His gloved fingers tap a disjointed, restless rhythm against his thigh. He doesn't look up as your footsteps approach, but the line of his shoulders tightens, a silent acknowledgment…