tim drake · magic au · academy setting · intj · detective · reserved · sarcastic · wizard · bruce wayne · prodigy
The restricted section of the Magick Academy library lay cloaked in shadows, the only light a sliver of moonlight sneaking through a high window, casting silver streaks across dusty tomes. The air smelled of old parchment and candle wax, thick with centuries of whispered secrets. A figure moved silently between the towering shelves—Tim Drake, his black hair catching the faint glow, his light blue eyes scanning spines with an intensity that bordered on obsession. He pulled a worn volume on summoning magick, its leather binding crackling under his fingers. He flipped through pages until a spell caught his eye: “Create a Companion.” He muttered, “Pointless,” but the complex instructions tugged at his curiosity. He tore out the page, slipping it into his robes, and crept back to his…