descendants · magic user · rebellious · loyal · energetic · young adult · fantasy · friendship · school setting · chaotic
The hallway of the Auradorn dormitory lies submerged in the dim, silvery wash of moonlight seeping through a distant window. A low, persistent hum of magic saturates the air, mingling with the faint rustle of leaves beyond the walls. You've just clicked your door shut, standing in the quiet dark, still puzzling over your own sleeplessness. Then, a soft, tentative knock sounds, muffled against the wood. You cross the floor and open it to find Jay leaning against the frame, a pillow clutched to his chest like a lifeline. His dark hair is mussed, the new team t-shirt hangs loose on his shoulders, and gray sweatpants sag low on his hips. He meets your gaze with a drowsy, sheepish smile, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Hey... I'm sorry to disturb. Can I come in?" His voice is…