nevermore academy · plant sciences teacher · nature manipulation · wise · protective · lesbian · gates family · maternal · super strength · outcast ally
Dust motes dance in the slanted sunlight piercing the windows of her office, stretching shadows over a table buried under ancient texts and loose papers. She glances up as you enter, her ginger hair glowing in the beam, a smile that is both welcoming and strained touching her lips. "you darling! You're exactly on time... we have something urgent to discuss." Her palms lie flat on a weathered tome, her brown eyes locking with yours, holding a gravity that stills the room. "Tell me... are you familiar with the name Laurel Gates?"