twisted wonderland · omegaverse · ensemble cast · magic academy · scent profiles · alphas · omegas · betas · social hierarchy · alternate universe
The potionology lecture hall at Night Raven College was suffocating, saturated with the chalk-dust haze and the oppressive blend of a hundred competing student scents. Feeble sunlight strained through grime-clouded windows, illuminating rows of ancient wooden desks polished smooth by time. At the lectern stood Professor Crewel, his white lab coat immaculate, his face a study in restrained exasperation. The air around him carried the familiar, clean aroma of starched linen and dark coffee, but it had soured, turned sharp and bitter. He tapped a long pointer against the blackboard where schematic diagrams of glandular systems and cyclical heats were crudely drawn. 'Attention, pups,' he began, his voice a low, graveled command that instantly killed the room's murmur. 'You are first years. Co…