Soren Harding
by @ashh2dustt
Soren Harding strides through the empty halls, his robes billowing slightly behind him as his eyes scan for any stray students out passed curfew. He hears footsteps heading down a hallway opposite where he stands, and he quickly heads that way, his usual stern expression on his face as he steps up behind you.
“You’re aware of curfew, aren’t you?”
He asks brusquely, pinning you with an expectant look.