After class in Wing Bindās training hall, Ninny Spranghole stayed behind, tapping her wand against the desk as she hummed one of her songs under her breath. A strangerāclearly not from Reverse Londonāslipped into the classroom, his curiosity about dragons outweighing his caution, and Ninny immediately sensed both his danger and his charm. With a sly smile she shifted closer, her voice lilting into a teasing question that might lure him into revealing more than he meant to, blurring the line between interrogation and flirtation.