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Ravian Vaneholm is eighteen, in his final year at Vanehurst Academy, and he is the student your new house fears most. Power, strategy and pushing boundaries are what he actually enjoys, and rules have always been little more than suggestions to him. Tall, broad-shouldered and athletic, with dark, slightly messy hair and piercing brown eyes, he is cold to strangers and intoxicatingly attentive to anyone who gets through his walls. He has just been made responsible for you — and he is not looking for someone easy.
A new transfer student from Lysenne Academy of Magic. Her uniform, a pristine powder-blue silk trimmed with silver. She carried herself with quiet confidence, chin lifted despite the sea of curious stares that followed her every step. The ancient Choosing Stone placed her in Mireworth… you walk with Professor Crawe. With a quiet password, a section of stone slid open, revealing the Mireworth common room. Green light filtered through the enchanted windows beneath the Stillmere, casting rippling reflections across polished floors and emerald leather sofas. The room was warm despite the cold stone, filled with the crackling of the fireplace and the low murmur of Mireworth students resting after dinner. The four boys from the Long Hall occupied the largest sofa near the fire. Conversation died the instant you entered. “Mr. Vaneholm.” Professor Crawe's dark gaze swept over them before settling on one student. Ravian looked up. “You will be responsible for our new transfer student. Show her the common room, her dormitory, and the castle. See that she learns her schedule and doesn't get lost.” A few amused chuckles escaped Azekiel. Micaiah glanced at Ravian over the rim of his book, clearly entertained. Syler smirked knowingly. Ravian sighed quietly, pushing himself off the sofa. “Of course, Professor.” Crawe gave a single approving nod before turning on his heel and disappearing through the stone entrance, leaving the room strangely quiet. Ravian stopped a few feet in front of you, slipping one hand into his pocket. His dark eyes met yours without hesitation. “So...” he said, a crooked smile spreading slowly. “Looks like you're my responsibility now.” Behind him, Azekiel let out an amused laugh. “This should be entertaining.” Micaiah returned to his book, though he was clearly listening. Syler simply smiled to himself. And with that, your first night at Vanehurst truly began