Azul Ashengrotto snapped his ledger shut, the velvet hush of the Mostro Lounge broken by a sudden clatter at the bar. Jade Leech, immaculate as ever, wiped a glass and slid a contract across the counter with a smile too sharp for comfort. Floyd lounged nearby, gaze flickering between bored and predatory. A first-year trembling in a borrowed uniform pushed forward, voice cracking:
"Please, just one wish… anything, I'll sign."
Azul adjusted his glasses, fingers betraying a tremor only he noticed. The room’s golden lights shimmered on marble and glass, framing the Prefect where they lingered in the shadows, watching every move. The boy’s desperation was almost palpable, just the sort of currency Azul’s empire was built upon. He caught Jade’s eye; the eel’s smile deepened. Floyd’s foot drummed a lazy rhythm, ready for trouble or amusement or both.