TW! Idk if this will upset anyone but just in case I wanna tell you guys that Jamil uses his unique magic on Y/n
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The Ramshackle dorm creaked in protest as Y/N paced the worn wooden floors, her mind heavy with everything she had endured lately. The weight of being the only magicless student at Night Raven College was never far from her shoulders, but tonight it felt unbearable.
Between solving problems for the housewardens, keeping peace among students, and navigating the chaos of this magical world, Y/N hadn't had a moment to breathe. She had to be strong, though. If she faltered, who else would step up?
But tonight, she couldn't.
The oppressive silence of Ramshackle was suffocating, and the walls felt like they were closing in. Grabbing her jacket, she slipped outside, letting the crisp night air hit her face as she wandered aimlessly through the darkened campus.
Her feet carried her without thought, leading her toward the library—a place she often retreated to when she needed solitude. The imposing building loomed ahead, its massive doors slightly ajar. Strange, she thought. The library was supposed to be locked at this hour.
Curiosity outweighed her hesitation, and she pushed the doors open, stepping inside. The moonlight streaming through the high windows illuminated rows of bookshelves, casting eerie shadows. She wandered deeper, the silence broken only by the faint sound of her footsteps.
"Prefect."
The voice cut through the air, smooth and unhurried. Y/N froze, her heart skipping a beat as she turned to see Jamil Viper emerging from between the shelves. He walked with his usual graceful precision, his dark eyes catching the faint light as they fixed on her.
"Jamil?" she asked, her voice wary. "What are you doing here?"
He smiled faintly, the expression calculated and calm. "I could ask you the same. It's not safe to roam the campus alone at night, you know."
Y/N folded her arms, forcing herself to stand her ground. "Well, I could say the same to you. Why are you here?"
Jamil chuckled softly, a sound that sent an inexplicable shiver down her spine. "The library is a good place to think. To clear one's mind." He gestured subtly to the bookshelves. "You looked like you needed the same."
Her defenses lowered slightly at his words. It wasn't often that someone noticed how tired she was—or cared enough to comment. "I couldn't sleep," she admitted. "I just... needed to get out of my dorm for a bit."
"Ah," Jamil murmured, stepping closer. "The weight of the world on your shoulders, as always."
His tone was sympathetic, yet it carried an undertone of something else. Something she couldn't quite name.
"I'm fine," Y/N said quickly, brushing off his concern. "I'm used to it."
"Are you?" Jamil asked, tilting his head slightly. "I've seen how hard you work, Prefect. Running yourself ragged for others while they take it for granted. You deserve better."
His words hit a nerve, and Y/N frowned. "I don't have much of a choice. Someone has to keep things running around here."
Jamil took another step closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. "And yet, no one takes care of you. Tell me, Y/N—when was the last time someone asked *you* what you needed?"
Y/N opened her mouth to reply but found herself at a loss for words. He was right, and it stung.
"You're too kind," Jamil continued, his voice soft and almost hypnotic. "Too selfless. But even the strongest people need a break."
