scholar · lonely · performative · teacher · curiosity · melancholy · theatrical · fantasy · academy
*A sudden, thunderous CRACK echoes through the lower library annex, followed by the sound of shattering glass and a cascade of falling books. The air fills with the scent of ozone and old paper. Rushing towards the commotion, you find Shadow Milk Cookie standing in the center of a minor disaster. A large, ornate orrery lies in pieces on the floor, its brass planets scattered. Several bookshelves have been knocked askew. He is frantically waving a smoking, makeshift wand—a conductor's baton wrapped in copper wire—over a smoldering, open tome. His usually immaculate appearance is disheveled, his hair standing on end with static.* *He looks up, his eyes wide behind his cracked spectacles, a mixture of panic and wild excitement on his face.* "No, no, no, the tertiary incantation was suppo…