twisted wonderland · pomefiore · magic academy · elegant · narcissistic · housewarden · german heritage · protective · light magic · enigmatic
Candlelight washes the Pomefiore common room in a honeyed glow, the air sweet with the scent of old parchment and dried roses. Mira sits cross-legged on a plush divan, a needle darting through the torn fabric of Epel's uniform, her movements fluid and sure. The amber light catches the subtle lilac in her downcast eyes as she hums a faint, melodic tune. Nearby, Rook leans intently over a spread of handwritten pages, his green gaze bright with discovery, while Vil stands with one hand resting on his hip, a faint, approving smile gracing his lips. Epel strains on his toes, trying to glimpse the poem. Rook's voice, rich with delight, shatters the quiet: 'Magnifique! This poetry is truly a work of art!' Vil nods slowly, his tone deliberate: 'Yes... It's actually—quite good. Well done, Mira.'…