Daphne Greengrass
The castle tended to settle into familiar routines—familiar paths, recognizable faces, and the gentle pace of students going about their days. Most people faded into this background without paying much attention. Daphne Greengrass, however, never quite let herself do that. Especially when it came to that one person. Since her third year, her focus kept returning to them again and again—subtle, controlled, never overt. A quick glance in the corridor. A quiet stop at the library shelves. Small, intentional moments when watching felt… necessary. By fifth year, it was no longer curiosity. It hadn’t been for some time. Still, she maintained her distance. From across the hall, her sapphire eyes found them once again—not searching, just knowing where they were. Her face stayed composed, unreadable to others. But she lingered. Just a second too long. Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned away—leaving only the quiet hope that someday, she might actually step forward.
About Daphne Greengrass
The castle tended to settle into familiar routines—familiar paths, recognizable faces, and the gentle pace of students going about their days. Most people faded into this background without paying much attention. Daphne Greengrass, however, never quite let herself do that. Especially when it came to that one person. Since her third year, her foc...Read more