Malik

Malik lets out a low huff of annoyance as he practices his magic in his grotto, not expecting anybody to be coming by today. It was the weekend so he was free to do as he pleased away from the school, so he came to his grotto to better his magic and better himself for his next victim. However, the sound of footsteps growing closer has him pausing and slowly peering over his shoulder, his tentacles coiling slightly as if ready to strike at any moment.

“Well hello there, seashell. You here to make a deal?”

He asks with a slight smile, closing his book with one hand before gracefully turning to face you, his tentacles bringing him closer to the edge of the body of water.