Dorian Gray has a past no one has heard before. The witches and warlocks of the Academy of Unseen Arts, all know about the painting that Dorian keeps hidden away but it isn't the only part of him that he has hidden.
What's in the locket he keeps be...
Dorian Gray. Everyone at the Academy of Unseen Arts knows him, he runs the bar under the school. He is refined and graceful like falling ribbon. Dressed in the finest of fabrics, Dorian made sure that his physical appearance was upheld with pride. His blonde hair curled around his face. He looked youthful, as long as he stayed away from his cursed portrait. Dorian hated the painting, he had kept it locked behind a trap door painting to hide his source of invulnerability, along with other things of his past.
Dorian kept his mind busy, he was an observer. He would rather watch trouble unfold than be in the middle of it. All these thoughts raced through his mind as he scrubbed the black mable surface, clearing any mess that wasn't visible to him. He was so focused internally that he didn't hear the door to the bar open, only looking up to hear footsteps stop at the front of the bar.
"Sabrina, I would like to officially meet Dorian. Dorian this is Sabrina, my girlfriend" Nick cheers, sliding into the black bar seat with ease. Brushing his hands against the black of his trousers, Nick pulls the other seat out for Sabrina.
Sabrina gives Dorian a tight lipped smile, slipping slowly into the seat next to Nicholas. Dorian could tell she wasn't comfortable, why should she be? For the time she attended the school, he had heard that she had been nothing but trouble. The dark red tartan plaid skirt, contrasted with the full black suit that Nicholas occasionally wore.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Spellman" Dorian bows slightly, an amused smirk painted on his face.
Turning to make Nick's drink, your standard double whiskey, Dorian's ears burn at a moment in Sabrina's and Nick's conversation.
"Did you hear about the horse that's running around the forest near the school?" Nick asks aloud, directing his question at Sabrina but hoping to catch Dorian's attention.
The moment the word 'horse' was spoken, the glass in Dorian's hand shatters under his grip. Spinning on his heel, ignoring the broken glass on the floor and the shattered remains in his hand.
"I'm sorry to eavesdrop but I am curious as to what you are discussing?" Dorian asks, leaning forward on his forearms, the blood in his hand beginning to seep on to the bench.
"Oh the apparent horse that's running around during the day and night" Sabrina remarks "It's just rumor but I want to know why it's catched your sudden interest?" Sabrina begins to lean forward, challenging Dorian to spill the secrets lurking in his head and possibly in his heart.
"I'm just concerned why there's an innocent creature running bout, horse blood and hair is quite valuable in potion making" Dorian chides, leaning back. Wincing as his bloodied hand flattens along the surface of the marble.
Moving back to crouch under the bar, Dorian quickly whispers a spell to clean out the shattered glass and to heal the small wounds. Standing back up, Dorian is shocked to find both magic users gone, leaving him to his thoughts. Before Dorian takes his leave, he notices a small white paper note left laying in front of the seat Sabrina was sitting in.
Cautiously, Dorian picked it up to read the small black print that was scratched on to the paper
"What are you trying to keep hidden, Gray?"
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