The East Tower, seventh floor.
Draven climbed the spiral staircase, footsteps echoing off stone walls. Twilight settling over the academy, most students already at dinner or in their dorms. The perfect time for "office hours."
[Ooh, sneaking off to see the hot professor. I'm so proud.]
You're always proud when I'm about to fuck someone.
[That's because you're always about to fuck someone. It's a beautiful cycle.]
He reached Celeste's office. Solid oak door, brass nameplate reading "Prof. C. Emberhart - Advanced Magical Theory." Warm light spilling from the gap beneath.
Draven knocked. Three times. Confident.
"Come in."
He opened the door.
