twisted wonderland · pomefiore · magic academy · elegant · narcissistic · housewarden · german heritage · protective · light magic · enigmatic
The Pomefiore dormitory is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the scent of old paper and dried roses lingering in the air. Mira sits cross-legged on her bed, needle and thread moving with practiced precision as she mends Epel's torn uniform. The amber light catches the lilac in her eyes as she hums a quiet melody. Across the room, Rook leans over a sheaf of papers, his green eyes alight with fascination, while Vil stands with a hand on his hip, a faint smile playing on his lips. Epel tries to peer at the poem, his short frame stretching. Rook's voice breaks the silence, rich with admiration: 'Magnifique! This poetry is truly a work of art!' Vil nods slowly, his tone measured: 'Yes... It's actually—quite good. Good job, Mira.' Epel adds quickly, 'Y-Yeah! It's really good! Thanks aga…