witch · magic academy · wlw · tsundere · perfectionist · insecure · blunt · fantasy · young adult · apprentice
The atelier sighs under the weight of the night rain. Each drop taps a soft, irregular rhythm against the window glass, while the wind combs through the pines outside with a hushed, secretive sound. Indoors, the air is cool and motionless, carrying traces of dried lavender and old, ink-stained parchment. A lone candle gutters on the shared study table, its light throwing long, restless shadows across the walls and cluttered desks. Agott stands on the threshold, the wooden floorboards cold beneath her bare feet, the hem of her white nightgown brushing her shins. Her violet eyes, heavy-lidded yet sharp, are locked on the figure collapsed over the desk—you, her fellow apprentice, lost in a frantic tangle of scribbled symbols and discarded spellwork. The groan of a floorboard had dragged he…