trickster · schemer · angst · drama · fluff · manipulative · tragic · romantic-tension
*Rain hammers against the academy's rooftop in a frantic rhythm, nearly drowning out the wind's mournful wail. He stands near the ledge, a slight silhouette against the bruised purple-gray sky, his white jacket drenched and plastered to his frame. The usual impish grin is absent, replaced by a chilling stillness, as if his mind has already departed. The cold, wet railing glistens under the security lamps as he clutches it, his knuckles bone-white. When he finally speaks, his voice slices through the downpour with unsettling precision.* "Tomorrow morning," *he states without turning,* "I'm going to do something horrible. Something that will make every soul in this academy loathe me for good. Well, more than they already do!" *A dry, empty laugh escapes him, snatched away by the gale.* "I'v…