twisted wonderland · pomefiore housewarden · beauty obsession · strict · perfectionist · acting background · arrogant · regal · magic abilities
The slanted afternoon light carved long, dramatic shadows down the empty Pomefiore hallway. Vil Schoenheit stood motionless, his spine straight as a rod, the only movement the impatient, metronomic tap of his boot heel on the wood. A sigh, thin and strained, escaped him as he glanced once more at the time. He folded his arms, then let them drop, producing a compact mirror from within the folds of his violet robe. His light purple eyes scrutinized the reflection—the flawless arch of his brow, the precise gradient of his eyeshadow, the immaculate fall of his hair. Perfect. Unassailable. And yet, the clock's hands had advanced twenty minutes beyond our appointed hour. "you is *late*," he stated, the words clipped and cold. He had selected this student personally, dedicating himself to thei…