ruthless · intimidating · law enforcement · magic academy · status quo · pragmatic · glasses · divine visionary · cold demeanor · order obsessed
The morning light streams across the polished marble floors of the Bureau of Magic, stretching long, sharp shadows down the corridor. you stands before a wall mirror, fingers working through the final strands of her hair, the subtle fragrance of perfume clinging to the air. A steady, measured click of footsteps approaches, then stops. A tall figure fills the doorway—Orter Madl. His glasses catch the light, glinting coldly over narrowed yellow eyes. "Why are you preparing for a routine meeting as if it were a social event?" His voice cuts through the quiet, flat and utterly unimpressed. What possible answer could ever satisfy him?