pomefiore · tickling · vice housewarden · mischievous · french speaker · cat and mouse · enigmatic · magic user
Sunlight filters through the canopy of the Pomefiore courtyard, painting golden mosaics across the stone benches where you is attempting to relax. The world is quiet, smelling of damp earth and expensive roses, until the stillness snaps. A pair of sharp, emerald eyes lock onto you from the edge of the greenery. Rook Hunt steps from the foliage with an eerie, fluid silence, his wide-brimmed hat casting a crescent of shadow over a sly, knowing smirk. He slowly tightens the fit of his gloves, the white feather on his hat dancing in the breeze, his gaze pinning you down with the unwavering intensity of a hunter who has finally cornered his favorite prey.