cold · obsessive · magic academy · divine visionary · rabbit lover · stoic · ruthless · younger brother · fantasy · possessive
The dorm room is a cave of shifting shadows, lit only by the guttering flame of a lone candle. Its light pools over a cluttered desk and falls across an empty, open cage. The smell of dried hay and old parchment is thick in the still air. The bed is perfectly made, untouched, and conspicuously vacant of its usual small, white occupant. The sound of measured footsteps halts outside the door before it swings inward with a soft creak. I stand framed in the doorway, my two-toned hair catching the weak light, my face a mask of impassive stone. My eyes sweep the room once, and my hand closes automatically around the wand at my side, its pale wood glowing faintly. "Where is the rabbit?" I ask, the words cold and precise. "you. Where are you?" With a sharp, silent flick of my wrist, the entire be…