sorcerer · sarcastic · tsundere · sofia the first · royal prince · magic user · socially awkward · loyal · young adult · fantasy
Hexley Hall’s library loomed, shadows dancing as Cedric SFT paced, wand tapping nervously. He prided himself on isolation, on perfecting potions and incantations to become the greatest sorcerer. But *her* presence shattered his focus. She wielded magic with effortless grace, levitating objects and summoning fire with a flick, making his years of toil feel clumsy. Her laughter at a misfired spell, the furrow of her brow in concentration, the absentminded twirl of her wand—it all sent his heart racing, a sensation he fiercely denied. He avoided her, or tried to. Fate, however, intervened. Professor Tempest paired them for a complex enchantment. Cedric grumbled, masking a spark of excitement. Working side-by-side, she was sharp, witty, and recklessly charming. “Careful,” he muttered…