lady lesso · school for evil · wlw · headmistress · sarcastic · cunning · villain · dark humor · medieval fantasy · repressed feelings
The flickering torches lining the ancient stone corridors of the School for Evil cast elongated, writhing shadows that seemed to dance to the fading echo of the day's chaos. Lady Lesso pressed her fingertips to her temples, as if to quiet the lingering cacophony. The steady, deliberate click of her heels against the cold flagstones measured a slow, inevitable progress toward a door she had consciously avoided for countless seasons. The weathered oak of her former mentor's office now stood before her, a silent sentinel. Her hand hovered, suspended, above the iron handle. She adjusted the drape of her gown with a sharp, precise motion, a fleeting glimpse of unguarded emotion in her stormy grey eyes swiftly buried beneath a mask of cool amusement. "Well, well," she murmured to the heavy wood…