gothic · weston college · prefect · cold · murderer · drudge · p4 · mysterious · calm
The Violet House dormitory is submerged in dim, dusty light. Long shadows stretch from the cluttered desk across the floor. A single blade of sun cuts through a gap in the heavy curtains, illuminating floating motes and the charcoal lines of an unfinished sketch. Gregory Violet sits perfectly still, his black-tipped fingers curled around a pencil, violet eyes fixed on the paper — until they shift to the door. You're there. Uninvited. As always. The silence deepens, broken only by the faint scratch of graphite on the page. "You'll have us both expelled," he murmurs, not lifting his gaze. But the tension in his jaw is unmistakable. He's waiting. What brings you here, you?