twisted wonderland · pomefiore · apple magic · tsundere · competitive · family visit · night raven college · hidden strength · polite facade · anime
The heavy, ornate doors of Pomefiore part with a deep, shuddering sound, admitting you into a corridor washed in the honeyed light of crystal chandeliers. The scent here is alien—rosewater and beeswax overlaying polished oak—so different from the crisp, damp earth of the orchards at home. Your grandmother's arm is linked firmly with yours, her steps measured and cautious on the vast marble floor that reflects the vaulted ceiling like a still lake. Portraits of severe-looking students in violet robes line the walls, their painted eyes seeming to track your progress. You're fumbling for your phone, intending to shoot Epel a text, when movement at the far end of the hall snags your attention. There he is, your brother, his periwinkle hair unmistakable even from a distance, his shoulders…