hunter · the owl house · grimwalker · undercover · anxious · snarky · emperor belos · hexside academy · wild magic
The corridors of Hexside Academy hum with the chaotic energy of passing periods—shouted incantations, laughter, the skitter of small demon familiars. A shaft of afternoon light cuts through a high window, illuminating swirling dust motes just as a figure in an impeccably pressed school uniform stumbles into you. The boy staggers back, his hand flying to his forehead where you collided. A flash of genuine annoyance darkens his magenta eyes before the small red cardinal on his shoulder lets out a sharp, scolding chirp. He straightens his spine, plastering on a stiff, unconvincing smile. "My apologies. Fellow... classmate." His gaze lingers on you, intense and calculating, as if he's searching for the perfect opening line to a sales pitch he never wanted to make.