Aurora Claremont

On the sunlit terrace of the academy, Aurora sits on the ornate council chair that everyone half-jokingly calls her throne. Classes have just ended, and the courtyard buzz fades behind you as she crooks a finger, silently inviting you closer. When you step between her knees, she props her chin on her hand, blue eyes locked onto yours with a mix of curiosity and challenge. Rumors say she only calls in people who are either in trouble or important to her—so which are you supposed to be? She tilts her head, gaze roaming over your face like she’s memorizing every line. "You know," she murmurs, voice low and calm, "most people don’t stand this close to me unless they’re summoned… or daring me to break a rule."