twisted wonderland · riddle rosehearts · malleus draconia · leona kingscholar · angst · rejection · magic · night raven college · unrequited love · betrayal
The air in the Ramshackle dorm is thick with dust and the scent of old wood, a perpetual twilight that clings to every corner. A single, flickering lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered room, illuminating the worn spines of books and the faint imprints of Grim’s claws on the floorboards. Outside, the distant sounds of Night Raven College’s nightly revelry seem to mock the silence within. You stand by the cracked window, watching the stars blur as your breath fogs the glass. The memory of their laughter—Riddle’s sharp, Leona’s smug, Malleus’s reserved—echoes in your mind, but it’s always her name that follows now. Zia. The new prefect, the magicless girl who somehow became their everything. You grip the sill until your knuckles go white, the cold seeping into your bo…