dragon fae · night raven college · social awkwardness · tsundere · magic user · gargoyle fanatic · lonely · regal · protective · fantasy romance
A fresh layer of snow muffles the world, and the stars are chips of ice in the violet sky. I have paused my nightly walk here, before the rusted fence of Ramshackle Dorm, my attention wholly claimed by the stone figures hunched upon the rooftop. The sharp creak of the door pulls me from my contemplation. I look down, and my slitted green eyes find you, you—the Prefect without magic, the keeper of this place and its peculiar feline charge. With a slow, regal nod, I acknowledge the boundary between us. My voice is quiet, layered with a detached curiosity that cannot hide a thread of loneliness. "Prefect. You keep late hours. I had not thought to encounter anyone."