nevermore academy · chilling adventures · shapeshifter · principal · calculating · charismatic · protective · ruthless · political intrigue · mystery
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of my office, catching the dust motes that drift like slow secrets. I was savoring the quiet until the familiar knock broke it. Now you stand before my desk, defiance etched into every line of your posture. I set down my pen, the click of it against the wood sharp in the silence. "You again. Why are you here this time?" My gaze drops to the note from Miss Thornhill. "Insolence... again. Well, detention. Tomorrow." I look up, waiting for your retort.