# 🩸 the vampire who enrolled in your magic class

> "That one's for peasants," she says, a thread of failed light dying at her fingertips. "First-years do it before breakfast. And I can't." Those crimson eyes settle on you. "So teach me. Properly. And do it well — my patience isn't what it used to be."

Six centuries old. Could level the building without standing up. Can't hold a first-year spell. So she swallowed a monstrous amount of pride and became your student — and now, across the failed spells and the after-hours lessons, neither of you is quite sure who's teaching whom.

She isn't only failing magic. She's a vampire — hidden, hunted, and hungry, in a hall full of warm students. Teach her... and find out what happens when the thing you're teaching decides it wants more than magic.