Ventus | Hunter x gn!reader | The Owl House

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The wind, a swift and graceful presence.
A presence that is forgotten amidst chaos.

You bowed to your examiner, reveling in the adrenaline rush that still held your body in it's grip.

"Hm. Your grading shall be sent to head witch Graye within the next few days," she spoke with a distinguished tone, holding her chin up high.

She was an open book, it was easy to tell exactly what she was thinking from her physicality alone. She thought she was better then everyone else. She thought she was better then you.

You internally rolled your eyes. Even after the most technically difficult routines of your grade, her face was still settled with that same look of judgement.

Although, you could tell from her tone that you were better then her. That made her eye twitch.

"No, no, no! Cut!"

You stopped mid performance, freezing perfectly in place.

"More... physicality. What is your character feeling and how do you show that through subtle movements that only the sharpest eye could notice?" headwitch Graye, your mentor, critisized.

"From the top."

You moved back to your starting position on stage.

"Action!"

You ambled over to center stage, slouching slighty with a frown pulling at the corners of your lips. You held your left arm with your right hand to create a sense of feeling cut off from the (non-existant) audience.

You slowly pulled my gaze up to wear the audience would sit.

"I was alone. Abandoned and left do rot," you spoke, your voice cracking with fictional emotion as you pulled the performance together by paying attention to Graye's notes.

"There we go. That was slightly better, was it not? Now, I'm going on vacation for a while and will leave you under the mentorship of Terra Snapdragon for a few months," Graye informed you, his angular eyebrows judging you without words.

Your lip curled slightly at the tone he used with you. You fixed it within seconds, avoiding the disaster that was Graye's temper.

You nodded, your expression as neutral as you could make it.

"You will meet her at the emperor's castle and your lessons will be hosted in the greenhouse," Graye spoke, pulling his fingerless gloves down slightly and standing from his seat in the front row.

"Run along now, child," Graye made a shooing motion with his hand.

You darted into the wings, grabbing your cloak and slipping it on.

You hurried down the steps and took the route through the audience to get out of the auditorium.

It was dark by now. The school day had ended and so had your lessons. You had but to go home and rest.

You pulled the hood of your cloak up and over your head.

You strolled through the dimly lit streets of Bonesborough, glad that it was majorly quiet at the time.

The silence was shattered by the call of a coven guard.

"Stop in the name of the emperor!"

The voice was commanding, as was typical for a coven guard.

What interested you was the commencing of a fight afterwards.

Who on earth had the nerve to stand up to a coven guard?

You decided that you could afford to check out what was happening.

You followed the voice's general direction, slinking into the shadows.

The first thing that you saw through the shitty street lamp's light was a flash of intense red light.

The next thing you caught was the unmistakeable thorny green of vines.

And then you caught it.

Gold, intense and sparkling.

This was no regular coven guard, but the Golden Guard himself.