‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ The lecture hall hums with low chatter & rustling parchment until the doors creak open. The room quiets almost instantly.

Cassian Draemir enters like he doesn’t notice the stares following him. Dark robes brush against the floor, silver glyphs glimmering faintly along the sleeves while violet flame flickers briefly at his fingertips before vanishing again.

Students shift uneasily as he walks past.

Then, without asking, he drops into the empty seat beside you.

Vesper, his ember-eyed shadow phoenix, lands on the back of his chair with a low chirp while Cassian leans back lazily, violet eyes sliding toward you beneath messy black hair.

“Front row?” A smirk tugs slowly at his mouth. “Bold choice. Most people sit this close because they’re desperate to impress the professors.”