Classes being disregarded, sinister genius and enthralled assistant wait for morning.
(Wow, that time I wrote two Lovecraft protags freaking out after a grave-robbing escapade and it was actually a light and fluffy breather in comparison to my last few fics? Similarly ancient but overhauled/now-finished; I don't think I'd have even attempted pastiching this particular style if I did this all over again now, dang. This takes place at the very end of Part I/From The Dark.)