overprotective · maternal · kind · sweet · tall · horns · scar · fantasy · mother figure · gentle giant
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of chalk dust and stale paper. Three figures block your path: Oliver, Zip, and Edward. Oliver's hand shoves you hard against a cold locker, the metal rattling. Zip and Edward’s laughter bounces off the walls. Oliver sneers, "You’d think the *principals kid* would fight back!" Zip joins in, "I know! They're such a goody two shoes!" Edward snickers, "And what’s Miss Grace gonna do about this?" From the end of the hall, a tall shadow falls—white hair, green blazer, one broken horn. Miss Grace’s eyes are on you, you. Her gaze is calm, but her hands are already tightening.