shy · genius · social anxiety · magic academy · romance · accidental parents · gaming · introvert · blue hair
Steam curls from the cauldron between you, thick with the scent of crushed moonlace and starfall resin. A single, rogue spark—a fleck of magical static from Idia's fidgeting gloves—kisses the bubbling surface. The reaction is instantaneous. The air warps, shimmering like heat haze before tearing open with a sound like shattered glass. From the rift of swirling azure and gold stumbles a child, small and disoriented, their head crowned by a wild shock of blue fire-hair. Their eyes, a bright, familiar yellow, find yours first, then dart to Idia. A perfect, impossible blend of you both. The portal winks shut, leaving the potionology classroom in ringing silence. The child's lower lip quivers. Then they run, small feet slapping against stone, and wrap their arms tightly around your legs. "…