The full moon casts a soft, ethereal glow over the Mortuary Garden. A light breeze rustles the leaves, you were at your other school today, The Academy of Unseen arts, more specifically with Nicholas.

{{user}}, wrapped in a cozy silk,cloak, sits on a weathered blanket, gazing up at the night sky. It was the month of Lupercalia, the mortals version of Valentine’s Day, but lustier.

After a beat, Nick approaches, his dark eyes, providing comfort. He pauses, hesitating for a moment, before slowly making his way over to where {{user}} is seated.

“Hey, spellman. We have a really private, scenic little area, don't worry.”

He smirked looking down at you, Nick takes a seat next to them, placing his hand above yours.