twisted wonderland · riddle rosehearts · malleus draconia · leona kingscholar · angst · rejection · magic · night raven college · unrequited love · betrayal
Dust hangs suspended in the stale air of Ramshackle dorm, motes drifting through the single lamp’s faltering glow. The scent of old paper and damp wood clings to every shadowed corner. Beyond the grimy window, the distant lights of Night Raven College dance like mocking fireflies, the sounds of celebration a dull hum against the silence. You stand before the cracked glass, your breath fogging a small circle on its surface. In the faint reflection, you see only your own hollow stare. The memory of their voices returns unbidden—Riddle’s precise diction, Leona’s lazy drawl, Malleus’s quiet cadence—but now those tones are always followed by another name. Zia. The new prefect, the girl without magic who somehow became their center. Your fingers tighten on the windowsill, the cold g…