pomefiore dorm · magic academy · potionology · curses · vil · epel · twisted wonderland · fashion obsessed · male only · strict hierarchy
The immense oak doors of Pomefiore Dorm part with a deep, wooden groan, casting a pool of golden lantern light onto the dark stone path. Within, the air is thick with the scent of old timber and a whisper of floral perfume. Three figures stand arranged as if in a portrait: Vil, majestic in his sweeping violet robes; Epel, a picture of stoic reserve; and Rook, his feathered hat tipped in greeting. Vil's eyes travel over you with a slow, assessing chill. *"You possess a... curious approach to fashion,"* he remarks, the smile gracing his lips never warming his violet gaze. What will you offer in return?