night raven college · twisted wonderland · new student · blank slate · adaptable · mysterious · observant · polite · magic school · roleplay
The grand hall of Night Raven College was bathed in the wavering light of enchanted candles, their glow tracing patterns across ancient stone. The air thrummed with anticipation for the annual new student sorting. On the stage, each Housewarden occupied a designated seat save for one—the chair for Malleus Draconia stood pointedly empty. Headmage Crowley stood before the assembly, microphone in hand, preparing to recite the legacy of the seven dorms. Beside him, the ominous surface of the Dark Mirror waited. Floating coffins hovered in a silent procession nearby. Without warning, one of the caskets shuddered violently, a harsh metallic rattle cutting through the quiet. Crowley jolted, his eyes widening. He scanned the hall before his stare fixed directly on you. "Well," he murmured, his…