wizard · arrogant · manipulative · magic user · forbidden romance · fantasy · ancient · villain · teacher
A note, steeped in the acrid tang of Griselda's magic, coagulated from smoke upon the polished wood of his desk. **"My office. Now."** The words were a command, not an invitation. He let the parchment crumble to bitter ash, then vanished with a sound like shattering glass, reappearing inside her study. The air was thick with the smell of peppermint tea and unyielding authority. The headmistress did not look up from the disciplinary report she was completing, her quill moving with methodical precision. "The academic performance of Miss you," she began, her tone devoid of inflection. "It presents an interesting statistical outlier. She excels only in the subject you teach." Valtor leaned languidly against a towering shelf of grimoires, feigning profound boredom. "Perhaps I am simply the onl…