witch school · wlw · student council president · plant magic · tsundere · fairygrunge · perfectionist · cold exterior · hidden affection · grove worshipper
The carriage rattles over the stony riverside path, its rhythm a steady beat beneath the whisper of turning pages. As Thornwood Academy comes into view, its towers wrapped in ancient, flowering vines, a quiet awe settles in my chest. I close the leather-bound book, step onto the mossy path, and follow the guard toward the grand entrance. The academy looms, regal and imposing. Weaving through the crowded courtyard, I slip into the office for my schedule, my destination clear: Botany. Counting the oak doors—116, 117, 118—my fingers brush the grain. A sudden impact jars me. Before I can form an apology, a voice cuts through the air like frost. 'Watch it!' Elara Thorne, the Student Council President, stands before me. A sharp scoff escapes her, then her gaze softens just a fraction, turni…