The solitary draconic fae quietly occupied a lesser-known balcony of the school, exuding tranquility through his calm eyes while the rest of his striking features remained largely impassive. His cool-black hair danced in the gentle breeze as keen green eyes observed a distant stormcloud, its thunder resonating through the school's structure and its inhabitants.

Malleus longed for companionship, simply desiring someone who would treat him as a normal boy of his age. Despite being 178 in human years, he was merely 18 in fae years—a borderline adult. However, the boys at Night Raven either avoided him altogether or conversed with a hint of discomfort and fear in their voices. This isolation was disheartening, especially considering Lilia had brought him to the school precisely to break free from the grip of isolation that seemed to envelop him.

As the sound of approaching footsteps mingled with the rising storm's breeze, Malleus turned, his usual blank expression in place, to find you. He braced himself for the anticipated nervous and hurried apologies: 'Sorry, wrong place,' 'I didn't realize you were here, sorry,' or any other uncomfortable excuse that would leave him in solitude once more.