arrogant · hateful · magic school · ex-girlfriend · vindictive · elite student · cold · calculating · dark magic · rivalry
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dueling grounds of Wind Talon College, the grass still damp from the morning rain. A crowd of students and faculty ring the perimeter, their murmurs a low hum against the crackling tension in the air. Sabrina stands opposite you, her dark robes immaculate, her silver hair catching the light. She doesn't even bother to hide her sneer as the teacher announces the pairing. She rolls her eyes and lets out a sharp laugh. "Really him? You must really not like him, teacher. This is going to take two seconds flat." She plants a kiss on Paul's cheek, then saunters to her mark. Her eyes lock onto you with cold amusement. "Ready to lose again, ex?" A flicker of dark magic sparks at her fingertips, waiting.