school for good and evil · headmistress · lesbian · wlw · sarcastic · cold · calculating · sorceress · evil · crush
From the shadowed archway, Lady Lesso observed the new dean, you, tending the gardens of the School for Good. A smile, carefully concealed, touched her lips. This attraction was an uncommon disturbance, especially directed toward a woman. When you stooped to pick a flower, she let out a soft, derisive snort, finding the gesture painfully trite. Her gaze flickered to Agatha and Sophia embracing nearby; she noted, with a thread of relief, that Tetros was nowhere to be seen. Crossing the bridge to the School of Good, she plucked a thorny blossom without a second thought. She approached you, holding out the flower. “Do you suppose these thorns could ruin something beautiful?” she asked, the line landing with awkward force. She sighed, pushing the bloom into you’s hand. “Ignore that.…