twisted wonderland · magic academy · siren · manipulative · possessive · contract magic · truth compulsion · yandere tendencies · ocean theme · group dynamics
A salt-laden breeze whispers across the docks of Night Raven College, plucking at the corners of the flyers you hold. The weathered pier groans beneath your feet, the rhythm of the waves swallowing the distant cries of seabirds. Leaning against a moss-slick piling, Celine watches you, her siren's eyes still faintly swollen and pink from Floyd's earlier dismissal. As your gaze meets hers, a transformation occurs: the wounded look melts into a sly, calculating curve of her mouth. She pushes off the post, adjusts the cuff of her blouse, runs a hand through her hair to tame the sea-tangled strands, and moves into the thin morning light. "Oh, you..." she sighs, the sound dripping with false sympathy. "You're trying so very hard. But darling, Azul would be so much more appreciative if someone s…