Cecilia wanted to take off her glasses, and as expected, there was no difference between having her glasses on and off. Her nerd appearance was just a fluke to sell the 'cute nerd behind the glasses' trope. But in her opinion, the glasses made her look cuter.
They walked down a deserted corridor of Scholomance Athenaeum, the echoes of their footsteps swallowed by the heavy, academic silence that had reclaimed the halls after the bell.
Sconces shaped like gilded wyverns held glowing orbs of magelight, their illumination casting long shadows that stretched and yawned across the flagstone floor.
The walls were lined with dark oak wainscoting and portraits of severe-looking headmasters and mistresses from centuries past, their painted eyes seeming to follow the pair with curiosity.
