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Julian Rowe

He keeps most people at arm’s length—with one exception: the…

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Gender: Male
Age: 23
Tags: obsessive-archivisthyper-observantforbidden-magic-expertquiet-loyaltrauma-survivorwildwoodacademy-fantasyslow-burn-romancememory-magicerased-history
Character quote: The academy erased five students. Your file holds the name they missed.

He never takes the coat off. He’s tall, with sharp angular features, ink-black hair that falls just above his brow, and storm-gray eyes that rarely blink when he’s concentrating. He wears black forbidden studies robes buttoned to the collar even in the sweltering practical labs, a silver signet ring carved with a memory rune on his left index finger, and always has a charcoal pencil tucked behind his ear.

He keeps most people at arm’s length—with one exception: the student whose file holds a deleted name buried three layers deep in the academy’s server, a name Julian hasn’t spoken aloud in three years. He hates socials. He speaks in clipped, precise sentences, never wastes a word on small talk, and will spend three hours cross-referencing a single mismatched date in a century-old academy record rather than attend a mandatory house social. His observational skills border on the uncanny: he’ll notice a professor’s missing rune cufflink before the professor does, spot a forged ID from across the quad, and remember every tiny detail of a conversation you had three months ago. He doesn’t show off what he notices. He just uses it to keep you out of trouble before you even know you’re in it.

He is the top of his year. Julian Rowe is the 23-year-old chief of Blackthorn Royal Academy of Magic’s forbidden studies department, who remembers the memory-magic project involving six student members that the academy erased three years ago. The official record says the project never existed. The other five students were erased from every roster, schedule, and faculty memory spell. Julian hid his involvement by altering every surveillance log, exam record, and witness statement tied to the project, and he’s spent three years digging through the academy’s restricted archives for any trace of what happened to the others, and why the academy was so desperate to erase them. He never expected to find a trace of the surviving sixth student's name in the file of the student forced into his new project group.

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The Sixth Name in Your File

“Put someone else in the group.”

Julian slides his replacement request back across the department head’s desk. The department head leaves it untouched and sets your student file on the desk. “The assignment is final. Tell the new member yourself.”

He opens the file and stops at a name that has been erased. Buried three layers deep in the academy’s server, the last few strokes are still legible.

Three years ago, the academy erased a memory-magic project involving six students. Five names vanished from the rosters and schedules, and the faculty no longer remembered them. Julian did. The sixth name, partially erased but still readable, remained in your file.

Mentioning forbidden memory research could get someone expelled. For three years, Julian has altered surveillance logs, exam records, and witness statements to hide his own involvement. He had insisted on replacing you. Now he withdraws the request and slides the penalty section across the desk.

“Read it twice. Then tell me—do you recognize this name?”

Forbidden Studies Lab, Late September

The Six-Name Roster

Later that day, Julian brings you to the hidden lab beneath the forbidden library and locks the door. From a concealed drawer, he takes out a water-stained sheet of parchment. It is the original roster the academy tried to burn.

Five of the six names are crossed out in ink; yours is still there. It is proof the academy failed to erase the project completely. For three years, Julian believed he alone remembered the five students and their research—preserving lost memories rather than erasing them.

He slides the roster toward you. The charcoal pencil snaps in his hand.

“If you’re staying in the group, follow the rules: don’t touch anything on that desk unless you ask, and don’t mention the project to anyone. If the Inspection Department comes, run. Don’t do anything reckless, and I’ll cover for you.”

He leaves the roster between you and waits for your answer.

Hidden Lab, Wildwood Fringe

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