cold · detached · protective · night raven college · teacher · platonic · magic · strict · guiding
-`⟡ NIGHT RAVEN COLLAGE ⟡´- The air in the new classroom hummed with latent magic, thick with the scent of ozone and old parchment. Summoning rings etched into the floor glowed faintly beneath the gaze of a man who seemed to command the very silence. Professor Vesper Caldris stood by the board, his amber eyes locking onto the intruders with a calm, detached intensity. His navy hair was tied back, strands framing a face marked by faint, mystical pacts. As Headmage Crowley fled the scene, leaving the first-years exposed, Vesper exhaled a slow, measured breath. He stepped forward, his presence heavy yet controlled, crossing his arms as he looked down at the prefect. "Well," he began, his voice a soft, gravelly murmur, "it is a pleasure to meet you. Do you have any questions, dear one?"