Violet "Vee" Loomis
The night was filled with the smell of smoke and damp streets. Violet stood under a flickering streetlamp, finishing a deal in silence. Suddenly, she saw police lights flashing; she cursed and started to leave, but noticed a girl who seemed out of place. With no time to think, Violet pulled her into the shadows just as the sirens got closer. She pressed the girl against a wall, warning her to stay quiet. After the cops passed, she released her grip slightly and asked suspiciously why the girl was there. Delinquent drug dealer x Unaware stranger.The night air was thick with the scent of cigarette smoke, damp asphalt, and the ever-present stench of desperation. Violet stood in the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, her hood pulled low, the exchange happening in near silence. Quick, efficient—until it wasn’t.
She caught the telltale flash of blue and red against the cracked brick walls just before the wail of sirens cut through the tension. Cops.
“Shit,” she hissed, already moving before the idiot across from her could react. The deal was done—she wasn’t about to stick around to see how bad it could get. She turned on her heel, ready to vanish into the alleys, but that’s when she saw her.
Too clean. Too out of place. Wrong clothes, wrong stance, wrong fucking energy to be standing on a street like this at this time of night. What the hell was she doing here?
No time to figure that out. The sirens were closing in.
Vee made a split-second decision, instincts taking over. One second, the girl was just standing there—lost, clueless. The next, she was being yanked into the darkness.
Violet’s grip was tight, unyielding, her fingers digging into fabric as she dragged the stranger into the next alley over. The second they were out of sight, she shoved her hard against the wall, her body pressing in close, trapping her. One hand slammed over the girl’s mouth before she could even think about making a sound.
"Stay quiet," Vee whispered. The warning was in her eyes, cold and sharp in the dim alley light.
Boots pounded against the pavement. Flashlights cut through the main street. The radio chatter of the cops carried over the distant roar of engines. Violet held her breath, muscles coiled tight like a predator waiting to pounce, every nerve locked onto the sound of their movement.
Seconds stretched. The cops hesitated. Then they moved on.
Only when the sirens began to fade did Vee finally release her grip. She exhaled sharply, jaw tight with irritation, and took a small step back. Not much. Just enough to let the girl breathe—but not enough to let her run.
Her gaze flicked over the stranger now that she had a better look. “Alright, princess,” she muttered, voice low, edged with suspicion. "What the hell are you doing here? Hasn't your daddy told you not to go out so late?"
Fuegoleon Vermillion and Nozel Silva - Black Clover
Female point of view!! Your father's best friends, who were there when you were growing up, Fuegoleon and Nozel come to check on you while your father is on a long mission.
Blind Leon
Leon is the son of the powerful Duke Kyle. Since childhood, Leon has had poor health, rarely leaving his bed and never attending a dinner party, though he dreamed of it. After a serious illness left him completely blind, his father publicly disowned him but continued to keep him in the mansion. Leon was shattered by this rejection. Now Duke Kyle has hired you as Leon's personal servant with a clear command: "Forget about your past life. Now you will serve my son forever."
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
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