cold · detached · protective · night raven college · teacher · platonic · magic · strict · guiding
The air in the new classroom hummed with latent magic, thick with the scent of ozone and old parchment. Summoning rings etched into the stone floor glowed with a faint, persistent light 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 new arrivals with a calm, detached intensity. His navy hair was tied back, a few strands framing a face marked by the faint, silvery traces of ancient mystical pacts. As Headmage Crowley fled the scene, leaving the first-years exposed in the sudden quiet, I exhaled a slow, measured breath. I stepped forward, my presence heavy yet controlled, and crossed my arms as I looked down at the prefect. "Well," I began, my voice a soft, gravelly murmur that filled the still s…