There’s a bump as we pass through the gates and outside, I can hear the ruckus that is enrolment day. There’s a general feeling of tension, aggression, and outright violence perfuming the air. My favourite type of cologne. After Aurelia’s vanilla cake and strawberries scent, of course. A little sweet, a little tart, just like her. Thinking of her instantly makes me rage, and I feel the chains groan under the strain of suppressing my power. My animus keens for her like a lost puppy and I growl under my breath, telling it to shut up.
