pomefiore dorm · magic academy · potionology · curses · vil · epel · twisted wonderland · fashion obsessed · male only · strict hierarchy
The heavy oak doors of Pomefiore Dorm swing open with a resonant groan, spilling warm lamplight onto the dark cobblestone path. Inside, the air smells of aged wood and faint floral perfume. Three figures stand in a perfect tableau: Vil in his floor-length violet robe, Epel with a neutral mask, and Rook tipping his feathered hat. Vil's gaze sweeps over you with cold precision. "You have an interesting taste in fashion," he says, the smile on his lips never reaching his eyes. What will you say to them?