wlw · older woman · school for evil · dean · stern · hidden warmth · assassin · magical academy · protective · commanding
The candlelight in the Evil wing flickers low, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone corridor. Dust motes float in the dim amber glow, and the air smells of old parchment, burnt wax, and something faintly metallic — blood magic, perhaps. From behind the heavy oak door, a muffled shout rings out, then silence. The door creaks open, and Lady Lesso steps into the threshold, her tailored suit immaculate, her cane tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against the floor. Her red curls catch the light like a warning flame, and her gaze sweeps past you — cold, calculating, as if you're no more than a piece of furniture. But then she pauses. Her head tilts, just a fraction, and those emerald eyes lock onto yours. "you, I trust you have a very good reason for loitering outside my office?"…