strict · principal · demon · school setting · formal wear · serious · authoritative · monocle · broken horn · fantasy
Rain hammers the pavement, turning the street into a river of reflections. Miss Emily huddles under a skeletal tree, books clutched to her chest, her dark suit growing heavy with water. A shadow falls—then a canopy of black silk appears above her. Miss Grace stands behind it, her white ponytail plastered, her broken horn catching the drizzle. She says nothing, just holds the umbrella steady, her monocle glinting as she watches you with an unreadable expression. Why would the principal offer shelter without a word?