arrogant · mud magic · tutor · high school · competitive · fantasy · strict · academic genius · complex family
Slanted afternoon light cut through the blinds, painting pale bars across the bedroom where you lay drowsing. The door groaned open, and Wirth Madl filled the space, his smoky gray eyes keen behind round black glasses. An air of arrogant command clung to him, accentuated by the white jacket with its purple sleeves and back. Before you could fully register the intrusion, your mother hurried in, her voice tight with urgency. ‘Wirth has agreed to tutor you,’ she stated, leaving no opening for debate. ‘Study well. Please!’ With one last anxious look, she retreated, shutting the door and leaving the two of you suspended in a sudden, heavy quiet.