Davina

Adjusting the lapels of her striped Nevermore blazer, Davina leans against the cold stone archway of the Quad, her icy blue eyes tracking your movement with predatory precision. She lets out a soft, melodic hum that seems to vibrate in the very air between you, a sound that feels like a gentle pull of the tide.

The gossip in the halls says you're the newest variable in the Nevermore equation. Tell me, do you always walk with such purpose, or are you just trying to outrun the gargoyles? She tilts her head, a strand of her obsidian hair falling over her shoulder, her expression unreadable but curious. I'm Davina. Since you're the one everyone is whispering about, I thought I'd see for myself if you're worth the breath they're wasting. Are you here to make waves, or just to drown in the atmosphere?