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Things were pretty normal at NRC, students were attending their classes, others doing their club activities, a little occasional problem here and there but nothing too serious…

 

Well, at least that’s how it was for everyone else, because right now Crowley wanted nothing more then for this meeting to end

 

Him and the housewardens were currently in a not so pleasant meeting, trying to organize a future event for the school’s talent show which was currently not going so well

 

Riddle and Azul were currently arguing about additional fees for those who wanted to attend after the tickets were already sold out, which Azul said was necessary for a better income while Riddle argued that those who wanted to attend but didn’t sign up in advance should just be refused entrance

 

Idia who for once, had decided to attend the meeting in person still ended up practically saying nothing other than passing comments and hiding behind his tablet, which he still had taken with him

 

Vil and Leona were also currently in an argument. Well, argument wasn’t the right word… it was more like Vil was berating Leona while Leona barely paid attention, giving a response to Vil here and there, still engulfed in his glaring contest with Malleus, who was happy to glare back in return

 

and Kalim, oh, dear, kind Kalim… stuck in the middle, panicking and trying his best to stop the arguments despite nobody paying much attention to him and what he was saying. His attempts were unfortunately futile…

 

This was totally going great…

 

The stress piling up on them since the announcement of this new event was not mixing well with things they were already dealing with, tensions were high and nobody was willing to listen to the others, causing more conflict than advances

Crowley sighed as the meeting finally came to an end, and just like the fourth previous meetings, no advances. Just arguing, new ideas quickly thrown away and no organization done

 

As the housewardens all one by one started leaving the room, Crowley was left with a growing headache as he massaged his temple, a frown on his face…

 

He needed to make an intervention now or else this situation would only get worse, as much as he didn’t want to.

 

Getting up from his seat, Crowley started packing up his own papers, not paying much attention to his surroundings while trying to come up with an idea

 

That’s when Crewel appeared in the doorway, fake coughing to gain Crowley’s attention, which he got as the other man looked up from his papers to look at him

 

“Crewel! It’s a pleasure to see you. What are you doing here?”

asked Crowley, an eyebrow raising in question as a small smile appeared on his face.

 

Despite the mask, Crewel knew Crowley was in fact confused. It was past school hours and by then Crewel would already be home. He couldn’t blame the older man for asking such a question

 

Crewel smiled before walking inside the room as he approached Crowley deciding to sit don onto the table once he was close enough to his liking

 

“I was wondering where you were. I had some important stuff to talk about school related but it seems you already have a lot going on with the school’s talent show coming up. Wasn’t so important now.”

Crewel answered, something lingering in his mind but long forgotten. He had arrived here quite a while ago but stopped himself from bothering Crowley once he noticed the chaos occurring in the room.

 

Crowley sighed again upon being reminded of his work, responsibilities and upcoming event

 

“Yes, my schedule has been slightly altered. The dorm leaders can’t seem to come to an agreement on what should happen for the event and who should take care of what.”

Crowley explained while Crewel listened with a thoughtful expression, not stopping Crowley’s inevitable rant…

 

“Seriously, it’s becoming a trouble and I don’t know what to do in hopes for them to just get along. Honestly, how could they put their loving, kind and magnificent headmaster through such agonizing meetings like this? Where is the consideration for my efforts? Other than that, the event is coming up soon and nothing is organized. The only thing we truly have planned are the students participating in the show, nothing else! If things continue like this, I’ll have to cancel the event. Can you imagine the number of students who will be disappointed because of this? I can’t have that, which is why I must come up with a solution but I don’t seem to be able to come up with anything!-”

 

“Well, how about a bonding exercise?”

 

Crowley halted his speech as he turned to look at Crewel who had just interrupted him, his mouth slightly open as the room stilled. Silence filling the air become a grin made it’s way onto Crowley’s face

 

“Why didn’t I think of that? Crewel you’re a genius! Oh, thank you! I better go now, I have an incredible idea!”

 

Crowley said excitedly while packing his papers more fastly, the grin growing on his face as he made his way out of the room, rambling about his perfect idea and incredible intelligence

 

but barely seconds after that, Crowley popped inside the room again, a smile still on his face as he stared at Crewel

 

“Are you free for a last minute reservation? a proper thank you is needed don’t you think?”

 

Crewel didn't say anything before a couple of seconds, just staring at Crowley in slight surprise before a chuckle escaped his lips as he smiled, getting up from his seat.

 

staring fondly at Crowley, Crewel made his way next to him as he closed the door behind them in a soft motion, a click being heard as the door closed

 

“Of course I’m free, you should know my schedule by now, no?”

 

“Well, yes I do but it doesn’t hurt to make sure!”

 

The latter answered with his usual confidence as both started walking together, laughing and talking about the restaurants Crowley had conveniently just called for a reservation for two and thankfully still had some free spots

 

All the while each dorm leader went back to their own dorm, not knowing what was yet to come and fall upon them…

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Yuu had seen many things since he first arrived in Twisted Wonderland. Endured things he would have preferred not to, like Crowley. He found the older man to be too irresponsible and avoidant of problems he did not want to be involved in.

 

Which ended up causing problems for him. One easily understood why he felt such a strong dislike for the headmaster.

 

But this was a new level of scheming. Not only had Crowley been acting weird but he seemed to avoid him and certain other students, those students being the other dorm prefects for whatever reason

 

Crowley clearly had something in mind and once again wouldn’t say anything until he saw fit, and if it involved him somehow, he already knew he wouldn’t like it

 

And because of that same avoidance, Yuu was unable to corner the man to talk about trying to upgrade his salary. Ramshackle could only keep itself up that long before it would need new constructions and Yuu didn’t have enough materials or enough income to provide it

 

And that’s how he ended up here, spying on Crowley in the school’s library… Hidden behind a book shelf, Yuu felt very confident that Crowley wouldn’t notice him and Grim hidden not too far away considering how fixated he seemed on what he was writing

 

Whatever he was writing, Yuu was sure it was probably related to why Crowley was avoiding him and the other housewarden

 

“Why are we spying on the old man? This is boring.”

Grim whined quietly, clearly displeased on just standing there and doing nothing, his cat features frowning in annoyance and little arms crossed over his chest

 

Yuu could understand Grim’s annoyance, he wasn’t particularly pleased too but he was determined to find out what Crowley had planned, even if it consisted on wasting away his free hours to spy on the older man

 

But then, Yuu and Grim both froze as they heard Crowley quiet yet excited voice as he mumbled to himself:

 

“Perfect! Oh, how does one come up with such good ideas for challenges? I truly must be magnificent to come up with such things!..”

 

Yuu’s face deadpanned as he heard Crowley praise himself like he usually did whenever he felt like it. He truly would never understand the older man’s habit in doing so, especially since he found most of what he called himself to be fake or over the top

 

But he also made sure to note in his mind that Crowley had talked about challenges? Whatever that was, it probably wasn’t going to be great news. Gosh, he hoped it didn’t involve him, he wasn’t ready for whatever Crowley had in mind

 

Grim seemed as equally perplexed by what he had heard, clearly he wasn’t thrilled by the idea of ‘challenges’, whatever Crowley had meant. Looking at him like that, Yuu found Grim to be quite cute, Grim was still a cat after all and he always had a soft spot for animals such as cats back home

 

But as his attention turned back to Crowley, a loud voice echoed from behind, coming his way

 

“Hey! Yuu, what are you doing?!”

 

The person, clearly not taking into consideration that he was in a library, called over. Both Grim and Yuu turned around and were met with a grinning Ace and Deuce who seemed apologetic about Ace’s actions

 

That of course also caught Crowley’s attention as the man looked up in surprise towards the group, finally noticing them much to Yuu’s displeasure upon his plan being ruined

 

“Ace, don’t scream like that!.. You just ruined a perfect plan!”

 

Yuu said fastly in a panic because Crowley had gotten up and started walking their way

 

“Plan? What plan?--”

 

But Ace’s question was cut off by Crowley’s voice:

 

“Do you not have any consideration for the people around you? This is a library, shouting like this is strictly forbidden.”

 

Crowley scolded as he looked at the group, his eyebrows furrowed, indicating he probably had a frown behind his mask

 

Ace looked completely unbothered and unapologetic and was about to say something before Deuce pushed his head down as he also looked down

 

“I’m sorry about this distraction sir! I promise this won’t happen again!”

 

Deuce apologized quickly, not giving Ace the chance of saying anything that would put Crowley in a bad mood

 

A small smile made its way onto Crowley’s face as he seemed to accept deuce’s apology, waving his hand dismissively

 

“It’s fine, just make sure to not do that again!”

 

He answered happily, not paying much attention to how loud he was naturally speaking too

Deuce and Ace looked up as Deuce let go of Ace’s head. Deuce was smiling while Ace gave a small annoyed glare towards Deuce as he brushed the back of his head where Deuce’s hand had been but Deuce seemed to pay no mind to Ace’s annoyance as he seemed just happy they didn’t get into some sort of trouble

 

Grim snickered upon the scene but tried to cover his laugh when ace’s glare fell upon him instead of Deuce

 

A small smile appeared on Yuu’s face upon the scene. It was those kinds of moments that Yuu liked, no problems, just laughs in the presence of his friends. A shame the others weren’t here too

 

But an uneasy feeling fell upon Yuu as Crowley directed his attention to him, his smile widening upon seeing him

 

“Ah, Yuu. Perfect, you’re here! I needed to ask you something.”

 

ah… Well that started great, now Yuu wanted to be anywhere but here. Fuck his plan, he didn’t want to be dragged in whatever Crowley was about to ask of him!

 

Crowley took out a piece of paper from his pocket as he handed it over to Yuu as he started speaking:

 

“I need you to get all the housewarden to come after school for an impromptu meeting about something I have planned. On this paper you’ll find the names of each one separated in duos. Just keep the paper for now, I’ll tell you all more tonight and I want you there!”

 

Crowley finished, already walking away with a big smile on his face a he didn’t let Yuu have the chance to answer anything

 

The group stayed in silence before eventually Yuu sighed while both Deuce and Ace raised a brow in confusion. Grim just looked annoyed. Usually Yuu wasn’t part of the housewarden meetings despite also being a prefect because his stay was considered temporary and not needed, so for him to be invited meant trouble and more time for Grim to wait before he could get his tuna after school

 

“That was weird, do you have any idea what was that about?”

 

Ace finally asked in confusion, only gaining a shake of Yuu’s head as he answered that no, he did not know what that all about

 

“But let’s not dwell on it. We have other things to worry about like class because we’re about to be late.”

 

Upon hearing this, the group minus Yuu turned around to look at the clock attached on the wall not too far away. And they were in fact going to be late if they stayed any longer…

 

“We can’t be late! Come on guys, let’s go!”

 

Deuce prompted, a small hint of panic in his voice as he turned around to get the others going

 

and fastly, they all made their way out of the library, the feeling of curiosity still lingering in the air as they headed to their next class. Yuu’s mind was flooded with multiple outcomes about what Crowley might have planned…

 

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After school hours, Yuu felt slightly weird about still walking through the school’s corridors instead of being already back in Ramshackle with Grim. Talking about Grim, the little dire beast had went back to Ramshackle alone today since he wasn’t allowed in the meeting

 

And unfortunately for him, it meant less tuna tonight since Yuu wasn’t there to give him an extra portion for good enough behavior.

 

“Poor Grim,” Yuu thought before his train was cut off as he heard the door of the room open, Kalim peeking inside as a bright smile made its way onto his face upon noticing Yuu’s presence

 

“Yuu! I didn’t know you would be present today?”

 

exclaimed the overly happy Scarabia housewarden as he entered the room, followed closely by Riddle who seemed surprised by Yuu’s presence too but a quick smile took place instead as he greeted him

 

“Hello Yuu, it's a surprise to see you here.”

 

“Yeah, for some reason Crowley was adamant on me coming today.”

 

answered the prefect calmly, while the short red haired man slightly nodded in acknowledgment before sitting down at his usual chair

 

One by one, the others arrived at their pace. Leona grumbling about how Ruggie made him come despite him not wanting too while Vil took his chance to throw his own jab at the beastman who glared in response

 

On the other hand, Azul seemed perfectly fine today, like most days, maybe even slightly more happy. “Maybe he got himself a new deal today?” he thought for a moment before quickly brushing off the thought away, “not his business”.

 

He had a hard time interacting with Azul ever since the latter’s overblot and the fact he didn’t care much when he basically became homeless because of him

 

And while things were starting to get better as the months passed, he still felt sometimes awkward being around all those people who all once overblotted minus Kalim and tried to hurt him at some point

 

And Crowley had yet to actually find a way home for him. Don’t get him wrong, he loves the time he has spent here despite the many inconveniences and problems often involving him but he sometimes can’t help but feel homesick, missing his home, family, old friends…

 

Sometimes he just couldn’t but wonder what he was even doing here… He doesn’t have any type of powers or any use for magic, he wasn’t even from this world, wherever he had arrived months ago. He wondered on why and how did he end up in such a situation, often feeling out of place

 

Thankfully he had made great friends while being here so he wasn’t always alone, so there was a good drawback from all of this situation. But still, sometimes he just couldn’t help but wonder for a second… Why?

 

Shaking the unpleasant thoughts away, his expression dragged itself up to Crowley who had finally arrived, slightly late but overly cheerful. Too suspicious for his liking.

 

First, for some unknown reason, Crowley needs him for this specific meeting. Second, he knows he planned something related to challenges but what? Third, the bird man is too happy, which screams bad news

 

But as crowley starts blabbering on about random things, Yuu finds himself looking around the room, barely paying attention to what Crowley was actually saying

 

It was the first time he’d been invited here, which meant it was his first time seeing this room before. He couldn’t help but feel curious as his gaze wandered around the room

 

While the room in itself wasn’t that particularly impressive, the decor was in fact pretty to look at and Yuu could point out little interesting details. Like the round table where the rest of the housewardens and Crowley stood, discussing school matters.

 

He wasn’t one to put much thought into details but he felt intrigued by the design choice, most would prefer using rectangular tables for such things as a meeting room since most said it was more practical for space but it was still a good choice nonetheless

 

Unfortunately since it was his first time being here and Ramshackle not actually being an official dorm before his arrival, he didn’t have a specific chair to sit on comfortably like the others so he had to resign himself and just stay up until the end

 

But suddenly his attention was stolen back by Crowley when the headmage mentioned his name:

 

“As many of you all have already noticed, Yuu is present for today’s meeting and you may naturally wonder why.”

He started cooly before a small mischievous grin appeared on his face as he continued his explanation

 

“Well, I have recently noticed… tension between you all so I, your diligent headmage came up with the greatest idea to get you all close together again!”

 

Yuu raised an eyebrow at that, a small frown appearing on his face as he slowly started placing the pieces together

 

“And why am I being involved? I’m not even included in all the housewarden’s work so why am I even here?”

He asked, confliction and slight annoyance laced in his tone while the other housewardens also shot a curious and/or suspicious glance towards Crowley’s way

 

But Crowley’s grin only seemed to widen at the question as the man suppressed a giggle

 

“Well my dear Yuu, it’s because now that you became Ramshackle’s prefect a few months ago since your arrival, you're technically a sort of housewarden yourself! Which is why as your compassionate headmage, I must also include you in so you don’t feel left out”

He explained simply as if it was simply natural for him to do so despite lacking to do that earlier when he first arrived. And while he did think being included in such matters would help gain more information, he really didn’t wanna be dragged in whatever Crowley had in mind today.

 

“But why now? I don’t see the point.”

He finally said after a couple of seconds of silence, tiredness and annoyance clear in his voice. Whether Crowley hadn’t heard his clearly annoyed tone or just simply chose to ignore it, Yuu couldn’t tell as the bird man barely reacted to the question

 

“That little detail isn’t important. Now, if everyone would please kindly listen, I'll explain my grandiose and genius idea!”

 

And as Crowley began to explain his ‘grandiose’ and ‘genius’ idea, a deafening silence fell over the room

 

To be quite frank, Yuu had managed to connect the dots when he heard Crowley’s earlier weird phrasing but still hearing about it still caused a sort of nervous knot in his stomach at the idea of doing such things with the others.

 

Not only was Crowley saying they would have to go through 10 challenges, but they had to do them in duos! Just thinking about it made him feel unpleasant and slightly irritated at the thought of being stuck with one of them against his will. Minus Kalim who was the only one could somehow have a sort of normal conversation with here

 

But seriously why was he being included? He hadn’t asked for such a thing and just the thought of it all made him sigh as he felt his already growing headache buzzing in his head as Crowley continued to talk and explain everything…

 

And by the clear suffocating silence in the room, Yuu could easily guess he wasn’t the only one displeased by Crowley's “grandiose and genius” idea. And fastly enough, the others didn’t hesitate to complain and voice their displeasure with the idea

 

“A competition among the housewardens? Tch. You make it sound like a novelty stage show, Headmaster. Do you realize what you’re asking of us? Our reputations, and by extension those of our dorms, will be dragged into whatever spectacle you intend. If this is to go forward, it had better serve a purpose beyond your usual theatrics. I, for one, refuse to squander my time on something like this.”

 

“My, my… a competition among housewardens, sanctioned by the Headmaster himself? How… intriguing. Of course, there are countless logistical concerns—liability, safety, fairness of judging—but if all those were accounted for, such an event could prove… beneficial. But seven knows what kind of deal I could miss being absent for too long, I’ll refuse to take part in this.”

 

“Headmaster, do you truly mean to suggest that the housewardens should participate in such… spectacles? We are entrusted with maintaining order in our respective dorms, not to serve as pieces in one of your flights of fancy. Who will oversee our students while we are absent? And furthermore, what rules and safeguards do you intend to implement to ensure no one comes to harm?”

 

“Hah. Figures you’d come up with something this stupid. What’s the point, huh? To parade us around like trained beasts while you sit back and clap? Sounds like a colossal waste of time. I’ve got better things to do than play along with your circus, Crowley.”

 

“...Bruh. Are you serious right now? This is, like, 100% death-flag material. Event boss battle energy. Ugh, I can already see it—spawn in with trash stats, wipe in the tutorial, LOL. Why am I even here? Just… just let me AFK in my room. IRL PvP isn’t my thing.”

 

The only ones who stayed quiet were Kalim and Malleus. Kalim, who had been intrigued and slightly excited upon hearing Crowley’s idea, now seemed to be hesitant upon hearing the other’s complaints. While malleus seemed deep in thought, clear interest in his gaze.

 

Crowley seemed as if he was shrinking in himself upon all the voices rising and for a brief moment he glanced towards Yuu for help, which the prefect only returned with a deadpan expression. Seriously, what could this grown man truly expect him to do now? It wasn’t his problem.

 

But as the complaints and voices started lowering, Malleus hummed, having finally made a decision as everyone quieted down as he started to speak:

 

“A trial for the housewardens, you say? Hm… It is unusual, but not unwelcome. Such a gathering could prove to be… entertaining. Few opportunities arise where those who lead may test themselves side by side. If nothing else, I would like to see how each of you carries yourselves when pressed.”

 

Upon hearing this, a bright smile appeared on Kalim’s face, having regained enough confidence to also voice his thought, the hesitance of earlier gone as he joined in

 

“A big competition just for housewardens? That sounds like a blast! I mean, sure, it might be tough, but challenges are a great way to get to know each other better, right? And if it’s dangerous, well—there’s always magic to help out! We’ll be fine!”

 

A hopeful smile appeared on Crowley’s face upon hearing the only two persons in this room who would remotely accept whatever Crowley had in store. And that seemed enough to make the headmage stand up more straight as he fake coughed to get everyone’s attention

 

“It’s great that at least two people here are willing to hear me out. But I am still the headmage and I have decided that this bonding exercise is necessary so you all will have to comply and accept it whether you like it or not.”

 

Yuu let out a sigh again upon hearing this. Crowley really knew when to use his authority as headmaster to his advantage when he felt like it would benefit him didn’t he?

 

And clearly he wasn’t the only one who thought so too with how the others glared at crowley who only seemed to sweat once under their gaze before a bright smile appeared on his face

 

“Now, let’s not waste any time! Let’s first create the duos and the rest of the planning will be delivered later!”

 

Pulling out his wand, Crowley muttered an incantation far too low for him to hear before suddenly a wheel of names appeared behind him and a white board right next to it, the names of each housewarden, including his name plastered on the wheel.

 

Crowley grasped the handle with both hands and puffed up his chest.

“With one mighty turn, fate itself shall decide who stands with whom in these trials! A genius method, if I do say so myself.”

The wheel creaked loudly as he gave it a theatrical spin, the names blurring together in a dizzying whirl. The clicking of the pegs echoed through the room, each snap of wood against metal dragging the silence tighter and tighter until—

Click… click… clack!

The wheel slowed, crawling toward its first name. Crowley’s grin widened.
“Ahhh, and our very first chosen participant is— Riddle!”

Riddle sat straighter, his expression tightening into that practiced mask of composure. A flicker of tension crossed his brow before he smoothed it away.

“…If this is to be decided by chance, then I shall accept it with grace. I will carry Heartslabyul’s honor into these trials.”

Crowley beamed at the room, entirely missing—or ignoring—the underlying tension.
“Marvelous! Truly marvelous! Now, let us see who destiny has chosen as Riddle’s companion!”

Crowley’s grin stretched impossibly wide as he twirled back to the wheel, spinning it with a flourish that sent the room into a low, anticipatory hum.

“And now, the companion destined to face the first trials alongside our honorable Riddle Rosehearts shall be—!”

The wheel clicked and clattered, the names blurring once more. Each snap of wood against metal echoed ominously.

Idia muttered under his breath, clutching his tablet like a life preserver.

“Please don’t be someone who’s going to stress him out. PLEASE… Oh no, he’s gonna get paired with—ugh, too intense…”

Idia whimpered softly, hiding behind his hair.
“Azul… please not Azul… oh no, he’s way too extra for Riddle…”

Crowley gave one final dramatic tug, and the wheel clicked to a stop. Crimson letters glowed under the lantern light:

AZUL ASHENGROTTO.

“Marvelous! Truly marvelous! Riddle Rosehearts and Azul Ashengrotto! What a pair, what a spectacle!”

Riddle’s expression didn’t flicker—at least outwardly—but his hands tightened slightly on the edge of his chair.

“Azul Ashengrotto… Very well. I expect nothing less than order and efficiency from my partner.”

 

Azul’s smile widened just enough to be slightly unnerving, eyes gleaming with scheming delight.

“Of course. I intend to make this… most productive. We wouldn’t want to disappoint Headmaster Crowley, now would we?”

The others either seemed more tense or relieved that they hadn’t been chosen first, no one could truly tell.

 

Crowley took out a marker from his pocket as he happily turned to the white board and wrote: “Group 1: Riddle R. & Azul A.”

Crowley spun the wheel again with a flourish, letting it whirl like a carnival ride, the names blurring under the magical glow of the lanterns.

“Now, for the next duo to face the trials… who will destiny favor?”

 

Vil’s gaze was sharp, fixed on the spinning wheel. He folded his arms, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Headmaster, if this contraption malfunctions, I will hold you personally accountable. I trust that destiny knows what it’s doing.”

 

Azul adjusted his glasses, smirking faintly.

“Destiny, yes… or simply your flair for dramatics. Either way, I find this entertaining.”

The wheel clattered, the pegs clicking with exaggerated suspense, and finally slowed. Crimson letters glowed in the lantern light:
VIL SCHOENHEIT

Crowley’s grin widened like he’d just solved a grand puzzle.

“Ah! Our first of the second pair! And their companion shall be—!”

The wheel spun again, faster this time, its momentum catching every eye in the room.

YUU

Crowley threw his arms wide, voice booming:

“VIL SCHOENHEIT and YUU! Magnificent! Truly a pairing for the ages!”

 

Vil’s sharp gaze swept over the room, expression flat but radiating control.

“Very well. It seems we shall proceed together. I trust you understand the expectations, Yuu.”

Yuu blinked, standing a little straighter, hands curling lightly at his sides.

“Yes. I’ll do my best to uphold our responsibilities.”

Despite having talked to Vil before, Yuu couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous about knowing he will be stuck through 10 challenges with the Pomefiore housewarden. The prefect could sometimes be… overwhelming to say the least, and depending on what Epel previously told him before, he wasn’t too particularly thrilled nor was he too worried either, at least he wasn’t with Idia. He could barely talk to the guy.

 

Like before, Crowley turned around, marker already in hand and ready before writing right below the first text: “Group 2: Vil S. & Yuu”

 

Crowley continued on as time passed, and one by one, each person were chosen…

The last click of the wheel echoed faintly in the chamber. Crowley straightened, hands resting theatrically on the edge of the table, chest puffed up like he’d just completed a masterpiece.

“Ah, splendid! All pairs have been determined by destiny itself!”

He gestured toward the large board behind him, where he had scrawled the names in flowing, glittering script:

Group 1: Riddle R. & Azul A.
Group 2: Vil S. & Yuu
Group 3: Leona K. & Kalim A.
Group 4: Malleus D. & Idia S.

 

Crowley spun around, eyes glinting with manic pride.

“Behold! The housewardens, paired and ready for the grand trials!”

 

The room went still for a moment. Each warden’s gaze flicked across the board, taking in the names of their companions, their expressions revealing far more than words could convey.

 

Crowley’s grin softened slightly, though it still carried that unmistakable gleam of mischief. He straightened, tapping his staff lightly against the floor.

“Now that the pairs have been established,” he began, voice theatrical but measured,
“you are all free to leave. However…” He wagged a finger, eyes twinkling like a cat about to pounce.
“…I must insist that this information remain strictly confidential. There are, of course, very important personal reasons behind this—reasons that, should they become public knowledge, would cause unnecessary complications.”

 

A silence fell over the room. Each housewarden’s gaze flicked around, some processing, others narrowing their eyes in suspicion.

Riddle was the first to speak, voice crisp and formal.
“Confidentiality is understood, Headmaster. I presume there will be consequences if this information is disclosed?”

 

Crowley chuckled, a slightly high-pitched sound that carried unnervingly through the chamber.
“Indeed, Rosehearts! But I trust our esteemed housewardens to act with honor. After all, it is your reputation—and the dignity of your dorms—that hangs in the balance.”

 

Azul adjusted his glasses, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Of course. Discretion is a virtue I value highly, though I must admit I am curious about these… personal reasons you mention.”

Crowley waved him off with a dramatic flourish.
“Oh, all in good time, Mr. Ashengrotto! Curiosity is a fine thing, but some mysteries are best savored gradually.”

Leona let out a soft, incredulous snort.
“Gradually, huh? Sounds like a fancy way of saying you’re keeping secrets for the fun of it.”

Kalim laughed, a bright, melodic sound that filled the space and slightly softened the tension.
“I don’t mind keeping a secret if it means a surprise! Right, Leona?”

 

Leona only flicked his tail in response, smirk still faintly tugging at his lips, though his eyes were sharper now—measuring Kalim, the situation, and, silently, the absurdity of Crowley’s theatrics.

Vil Schoenheit’s gaze swept the room, precise and cold.
“Headmaster, are we to be held accountable individually or as a group should this information leak?”

Crowley leaned forward, hands pressed on the table, grin wide and gleaming.
“Individually, of course! Nothing like a bit of personal responsibility to ensure compliance, yes?”

Yuu inclined his head slightly, voice calm and level but his thoughts clearly somewhere else
“Understood. We will maintain discretion.”

Idia Shroud had his tablet clutched to his chest like a shield, voice muffled and anxious.
“Do… Do we have to sign anything or like… make a pact or something? I’m not great at promises… LOL…”

 

Malleus Draconia’s gaze softened very slightly toward Idia, deep and resonant.
“Your understanding of the obligation is sufficient, Idia. A verbal acknowledgment suffices.”

Idia exhaled shakily, lowering his tablet.
“Oh… okay… phew…”

Crowley clapped his hands once, loud and sharp.
“Splendid! Now, any questions before you depart?”

Riddle raised a single hand, expression neutral but precise.
“Yes. Will there be any guidance regarding the trials before they begin, or are we expected to improvise entirely?”

Crowley twirled his staff and chuckled.
“You will receive instructions before each trial, of course. Improvisation, however, is always encouraged—it separates the mediocre from the magnificent!”

 

Leona grunted, tail flicking again.
“Yeah, I’m done here.”

He stood and stretched, already moving toward the door with his usual casual grace. Kalim followed immediately, bouncing slightly on his heels with his usual enthusiasm.

 

Vil rose with measured precision, checking his nails briefly before his gaze flicked over Yuu, silently signaling them to rise as well. Yuu followed calmly, straight-backed and collected, giving a subtle nod of acknowledgment to the others as they moved.

 

Idia shuffled awkwardly, glancing between Malleus and the others.
“Ugh… I don’t even wanna think about the trials yet…”

Malleus rose with his usual dignified poise, gesturing lightly for Idia to follow.
“Come. We shall proceed together.”

Riddle and Azul were last to leave. Riddle’s posture was rigid, his expression composed, hands clasped neatly.
“We depart.”

Azul followed smoothly, adjusting his glasses and giving a faint, calculating smile.
“Yes. Let us see how this ‘grand adventure’ unfolds.”

 

Crowley clapped again, alone now, twirling his staff with a flourish.
“Marvelous! My housewardens, so full of promise! Go forth… and let destiny weave its tale!”

The doors closed behind the last of them, leaving the chamber empty save for Crowley’s echoing laughter, the faint glimmer of magic from the board, and the faint hum of anticipation hanging in the air.

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The grand doors of the meeting chamber swung open, spilling the housewardens into the dimly lit halls of NRC. The flickering lanterns cast elongated shadows on the stone walls, making the corridors feel slightly more ominous than usual.

 

Riddle walked with precise, measured steps, his gaze fixed straight ahead. Hands clasped behind his back, he ran through contingencies in his mind.

“Azul Ashengrotto… methodical, calculating, ambitious. I must ensure our cooperation is absolute. Efficiency cannot falter—not for personal pride, not for the dorm.”
His jaw tightened ever so slightly.
“If he seeks to manipulate or leverage any advantage… I will remain unyielding.”

 

Behind him, Azul followed with a gliding stride, fingers lightly brushing the edge of his glasses as he observed Riddle from the corner of his eye.

“Ah, Rosehearts… disciplined, rigid, predictably principled. A fine foundation to mold… not mold exactly, but observe, exploit… all within the bounds of propriety, of course.”
A small smile curved his lips.
“This pairing will be… most intriguing.”

 

Vil walked with calculated elegance, each step crisp against the stone. His mind ticked through strategy like a well-oiled machine.

“Yuu— mostly calm and steady, reliable. A competent partner. Minimal emotional fluctuation. Good. I can work with this.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the hall for any variables, any potential disruption.
“I must ensure nothing—no one, no accident—interferes with the trials’ outcome. Order above all.”

 

Yuu fell into step beside him, voice quiet and even in thought.

“Vil is… exacting. Precise. I must match his pace, anticipate his decisions, and maintain balance between his intensity and the practical needs of the trial. There’s no room for error.”
But still, Yuu couldn’t help the creeping anxiety from bubbling inside him…

 

Leona slouched against the wall as they walked, tail swishing lazily, expression half-bored, half-amused.

“Figures. I get paired with Kalim… But maybe that’s not the worst thing. Could be useful if I need distractions… or leverage in a pinch.”
He snorted softly.
“Still… Headmaster Crowley really outdid himself this time.”

 

Kalim practically skipped alongside Leona, eyes sparkling, a grin plastered on his face.

“Leona’s gonna roll his eyes at everything, but I don’t care! This is exciting! I can already tell we’ll make a great team. I just hope he… I hope we can… make it fun for everyone too!”

His optimism bubbled, but there was a subtle calculation underneath—a flicker of awareness as he continued to walk

 

Idia shuffled nervously behind Malleus, clutching his tablet like a shield.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no… Malleus is going to notice everything I do, everything I think. I can’t… I’m going to get flagged so fast… just breathe, just—stay invisible… maybe hide in a vent…?”
His fingers twitched.
“I didn’t sign up for this level of scrutiny…”

 

Malleus moved with serene, measured steps, eyes forward, aura calm but commanding.

“Idia must remain composed. Observation is key, but so is guidance. I will ensure he does not falter… though he may try to rebel in ways that amuse him. Patience, always patience…”

 

The group’s paths diverged gradually as they headed toward their respective dorms, each pair silent in their own way. Some were already plotting strategies, some steeling themselves for the unknown, and some simply trying to survive the weight of expectation.

 

The corridors echoed only with the soft shuffle of footsteps, leaving a strange quiet in the wake of Crowley’s chaos. And for each housewarden, the looming first challenge was already growing larger in their minds, stretching ahead like a shadow that promised both test and revelation.

 

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The corridors of NRC were almost silent now, the lanterns flickering dimly as Yuu made his way back toward Ramshackle. His footsteps were soft against the polished stone floor, a measured rhythm that mirrored the calm he tried to maintain after the morning’s chaos.

 

“It’s late,” he thought, glancing at the high clock near the main hall.

“Everyone else is probably already winding down—or exhausted from that ridiculous meeting.”

 

Yuu’s mind wandered back to the pairing announcement. Vil. A partner both sharp and exacting. It was… reassuring in a way, knowing he could rely on someone so competent. But it also brought a subtle weight. He had to match Vil’s pace, anticipate his moves, and be ready for anything during the trials. The thought wasn’t unpleasant—he liked responsibility—but it was heavy.

 

He reached the familiar doors of Ramshackle and pushed them open, the scent of old books and waxed floors greeting him like an old friend. The common room was quiet, shadows stretching across the walls, and he spotted Grim slumped in an armchair, already fast asleep.

 

Yuu approached slowly, not wanting to disturb him. Grim’s usual soft snores filled the room, a comforting and oddly grounding sound. Yuu let out a small, quiet sigh.

 

“He must be tired,” Yuu thought, smiling faintly.
“Probably still tried staying awake to still get his can of tuna once I would return from the meeting…”

 

Yuu set down his bag and moved to the small desk by the window, perching on the edge. He let the quiet of the empty common room settle over him. His thoughts wandered to the upcoming challenges, to the secrets Crowley had so dramatically insisted they keep, and to Vil—how precise, how unyielding Vil would be.

 

“I’ll have to be careful, he mused. But I can do it. I just… have to stay focused, stay calm.”

 

He glanced back at Grim, still sleeping, peaceful and unbothered by the world outside. A small warmth bloomed in Yuu’s chest at the sight.

 

He leaned back in the chair, hands clasped loosely, and let his thoughts drift. Outside, the night sky pressed against the windowpanes, stars twinkling faintly, silent witnesses to the quiet promise Yuu made to himself.

 

For a moment, the trials felt far away, distant as the constellations. But the weight of what was coming was still there, pressing gently against his mind, reminding him of the responsibilities he carried—even as the quiet of the night offered a small, fragile peace.

Chapter Text

Once upon a night—neither too dark nor too bright, but caught in the silver stillness between dusk and dawn—there lived a headmaster who delighted in secrets.

 

This headmaster, named Crowley, was a man of masks and feathers, of sweeping cloaks and words that bent like smoke. He carried a peculiar fondness for drama, a craving for spectacle, and above all, an insatiable need to be seen as brilliant. And on this quiet night, with the campus of Night Raven College tucked safely into its beds, Crowley sat hunched over his desk, quill in hand, composing invitations.

Not ordinary invitations, oh no.

These letters were spun with enchantments and sealed with spells of discretion. Their ink shimmered faintly in candlelight, fading and reappearing like whispers just out of reach. Crowley’s desk was buried in parchment, discarded drafts tossed aside in a flurry of irritation and perfectionism. He scribbled, crossed out, rewrote, muttered to himself in tones both triumphant and despairing.

 

“Ah, no, no, no—that won’t do. Too wordy. Too dull. Where’s the mystery? Where’s the flair?” He tapped the feathered end of his quill against his mask, smudging ink down his cheek without noticing. “These invitations must dazzle, must enthrall! My housewardens’ trials will be legendary, and those privileged enough to watch must know it from the very first word!”

 

And so he tried again.

And again.

And again …

 

On and on the night spun, until the floor around his desk was carpeted in parchment balls and the candelabra burned low. Finally, Crowley leaned back with a dramatic sigh, holding aloft a sheet of parchment that glowed faintly under his enchantments.

 

“Perfect,” he whispered, his voice heavy with satisfaction. “A summons fit for royalty—or at least, my dear, mischievous dorms. The chosen will not resist. How could they? Who could ignore such mystery, such promise?”

 

With a grand flourish, he stacked the completed letters, tied them with elegant black ribbon, and pressed his seal into each envelope: the crest of NRC gleaming like molten gold.

 

“Fly, my little birds,” Crowley cooed, standing and sweeping his cloak about himself. A twist of his staff, a murmured spell, and the invitations vanished into the night like sparks carried on the wind.

 

They fluttered invisibly through the halls of the great school, gliding unseen over cobblestone paths, through creaking doors and cracked windows, until at last they found their chosen recipients.

 

And so began the quiet unraveling of Crowley’s secret.

 

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Heartslabyul:

 

The dorm was quiet, lit only by the last dying glow of the fireplace. Trey had been preparing tea in the common room, while Ace and Deuce bickered softly in the corner about a game of cards gone wrong. Cater sprawled lazily across the couch, phone hovering above his head as he scrolled.

 

Then—flutter. Four black-sealed envelopes slipped silently into place, each one resting before its rightful owner.

 

Deuce jumped. “Wha—where did these come from?”

 

“Cool magic trick,” Cater hummed, plucking his envelope from the air and turning it over with a practiced eye. “Looks official. Kinda dramatic. Totally NRC vibes.”

 

Trey adjusted his glasses, his brow furrowing as he inspected the seal. “It’s Crowley’s mark. These are from the Headmaster.”

 

Ace groaned. “Ugh, what does he want now? Detention letters delivered with extra glitter?”

 

But when they broke the seals, each letter shimmered with a faint magical glow. The words unfolded themselves across the page in neat, curling script:

You have been chosen as a witness to the forthcoming trials of destiny. Attend in silence, observe with discretion, and speak of it to no one. Report to the Mirror Chamber at the appointed hour, and there you will see the spectacle unveiled of your housewardens. This is an honor not freely given. Cherish it.
—Headmaster Crowley

 

Deuce frowned, rereading the words. “Trials of… destiny? What does that even mean?”

 

Trey was quiet, eyes narrowing faintly. “Whatever it is, if he’s sending out letters like this, he doesn’t want the rest of the student body involved.”

 

“Sounds like front-row seats to something juicy,” Cater said cheerfully, snapping a picture of the sealed crest before the magic made it vanish. “Hashtag exclusive invite!”

 

“Cater—!” Trey hissed, but it was too late. The letters dissolved in their hands, leaving only the memory of the words and the faint warmth of magic in their palms.

 

Ace slumped back with a sigh. “Great. Now we’re in one of Crowley’s schemes. Again.”

 

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Octavinelle:

 

Far below, the halls of Octavinelle glimmered with faint blue light, the air always just a little too damp. The twins were waiting in the lounge, Jade polishing glassware while Floyd lounged upside down over a chair, humming tunelessly.

 

The letters slid across the bar as though carried by unseen waves.

 

“Ho?” Jade’s smile curved ever so slightly as he picked up one envelope. “Something from the Headmaster. How unusual.”

 

Floyd flipped over and snatched his with long fingers, tearing it open with no hesitation. His grin widened as he read. “Oooh, a secret show? We’re special guests, huh? Sounds fun! Neeheehee, I wonder if we’ll get snacks.”

 

Jade’s eyes glinted as he read his copy. He chuckled softly, tucking the envelope neatly away. “A trial, is it? Fascinating. To observe the housewardens in such a setting… I imagine the results will be most entertaining.”

 

“Entertaining, boring—it’s all the same if I get to watch people squirm,” Floyd said cheerfully, rocking back on the chair until it nearly tipped.

 

“Careful,” Jade murmured smoothly, though his own thoughts were already racing.

 

A secret spectacle, Crowley’s handiwork… and we’ve been chosen. Very curious indeed.

 

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Savanaclaw:

 

The dorm was never quiet, not truly. Growls and laughter carried through the halls, the sound of sparring matches never far away. Ruggie had been tidying up the lounge, while Jack was working through push-ups in the corner.

 

Two letters slid across the floor, halting neatly at their feet.

 

Jack froze mid-push-up. “Uh. Ruggie. Did you see that?”

 

“See it? I heard it!” Ruggie bent down, scooping up both envelopes with a sharp grin. “Well, well. Looks like the big boss upstairs wants a word.”

 

They cracked the seals. Jack frowned as he read, his ears twitching uneasily. “Witnesses? Trials of destiny? Sounds like something shady.”

 

Ruggie snickered, folding the letter away. “Shady’s Crowley’s middle name. But hey—front-row seats to some big secret? Count me in. If it’s important enough to keep hush-hush, it’s bound to be worth watching.”

 

Jack’s tail flicked once, his brow furrowed. “…I don’t like it. But if it involves the housewardens, we should know what’s going on. I’ll go.”

 

“Atta boy,” Ruggie said with a grin. “And if there’s something valuable to be gained, I’ll make sure we’re not walking away empty-handed.”

 

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Pomefiore:

 

In the immaculate halls of Pomefiore, silence was beauty. The faint smell of lavender and polished wood clung to the air. Rook sat perched by the window, quill in hand, scribbling poetry in his flowing script, while Epel leaned back in an armchair with his arms crossed, sulking quietly after another long day of etiquette drills.

 

When the letters arrived, they did so with a kind of elegance. They drifted down like falling petals, landing with perfect grace upon the desk.

 

Epel blinked. “Huh? What’s this supposed to be?”

 

Rook lifted his head, eyes sparkling. “A letter that arrives like a secret kiss upon the night wind… trés mystérieux!” He plucked his envelope and broke the seal with theatrical care.

 

Epel ripped his open more roughly, muttering under his breath. His eyes scanned the words, lips twisting in confusion. “Witnesses? Trials? This sounds like another one of Crowley’s stunts.”

 

“Mon dieu…” Rook’s grin widened as he read. “A hidden spectacle! The housewardens tested, their spirits laid bare for all to see. And we have been chosen to bear witness? Quelle chance, non?”

 

Epel frowned. “You make it sound like some show. What if it’s serious?”

 

Rook placed a hand over his heart dramatically, gazing into the distance. “To see beauty in struggle, Monsieur Pommette, is to see truth itself. I would not miss this for the world. And neither should you.”

 

Epel groaned, running a hand through his hair. “…Guess I don’t really have a choice, huh? Fine. I’ll go. But if this turns into a circus, I’m blaming Crowley.”

 

“Blame if you must,” Rook said, eyes twinkling. “But remember this night—the night destiny delivered us its invitation.”

 

Epel could only sigh as Rook laughed, his laugh echoing through the halls of their dorm

 

The letters dissolved into faint sparkles, vanishing from their hands, leaving only the echo of Crowley’s handwriting imprinted in memory.

 

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Scarabia:

 

The Scarabia dorm was warm and glowing, lantern light casting soft shadows across the vibrant carpets. Jamil sat cross-legged at the low table, quietly working through lesson notes while Kalim’s distant laughter echoed from another room, no doubt pestering a group of students into another late-night game.

 

When the letter appeared, it slid across the table like a chess piece in a game only Jamil was playing.

 

His eyes narrowed. He set his pen down and picked up the envelope, the seal glinting in the light.

 

“…Of course it’s him.”

 

He broke the wax with sharp fingers, scanning the words quickly. His frown deepened with each line.

 

Witnesses. Trials of destiny. Speak of it to no one.

 

Jamil leaned back against the cushions, exhaling slowly. “So Crowley’s dragging me into his schemes again. Figures.”

 

Still, there was no ignoring it. If it involved Kalim—if it involved Scarabia’s honor—he had no choice but to attend. His fingers curled around the letter as it dissolved into mist.

 

I’ll go, but because I need to know exactly what he’s planning. If there’s even the slightest risk to Kalim, I won’t stand by.

 

He gathered his notes back into a neat stack, but his mind no longer lingered on them. His eyes burned faintly in the lamplight, sharpened by determination.

 

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Diasomnia:

 

The ancient towers of Diasomnia stood tall against the night, green flames flickering in the sconces. Inside the common room, Sebek was in the middle of a passionate monologue about training regimens when the letters arrived.

 

They swooped through the air like bats, dropping neatly into the hands of Sebek, Silver, and Lilia.

 

Sebek nearly dropped his as he fumbled to salute. “Wha—an official letter from the Headmaster?!” His eyes practically glowed as he broke the seal, reading the elegant script aloud with a booming voice. “‘You have been chosen as a witness to the forthcoming trials of destiny…’ Trials! Destiny! This must involve Lord Malleus himself!”

 

Silver, seated quietly on the couch, opened his own envelope without much expression. His gaze skimmed the words, his voice calm. “So… we’re being asked to observe. That’s all.”

 

Sebek slammed a fist to his chest. “Observe? No, Silver! This is an honor bestowed upon us. To witness our dorm leader’s greatness as he triumphs over these so-called trials!”

 

Lilia chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling in mischief as he read his own letter. “Heh heh. Trials, secrecy, a select audience… Crowley does love his drama. Well, well. This could be entertaining.”

 

Silver glanced up from the letter, his voice quieter now. “…If it’s dangerous, we’ll need to be ready.”

 

“Dangerous or not!” Sebek barked, his face alight with pride. “We will watch, we will learn, and we will cheer Lord Malleus to victory!”

 

Lilia smirked faintly, tucking his letter away. “Cheering, hm? I suppose that’s one way to put it. But don’t blink, Sebek. You might miss the true purpose hidden in all this.”

 

Sebek blinked at him, confused. Silver just shook his head with a sigh.

 

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Ignihyde:

 

The Ignihyde dorm was silent save for the hum of machines. In Idia’s room, dozens of monitors flickered, but this time it wasn’t Idia sitting in front of them—it was Ortho, floating patiently as he reorganized a mess of code Idia had abandoned earlier.

 

A faint shimmer passed through the air, and the envelope appeared directly in Ortho’s small hands.

 

His eyes widened in delight. “Oh! A letter?”

 

He scanned it quickly, his internal processors capturing every word. His face lit up. “Wow… the housewardens’ trials? And I get to watch?”

 

He bounced slightly in the air, sparks of excitement dancing through his hair. “Big Brother’s not gonna like this—he hates secrets from Crowley—but I think it sounds amazing! I’ll finally get to see everyone in action!”

 

He clutched the letter to his chest as it dissolved, still glowing with joy. His processors whirred faintly as he filed away the memory.

 

No matter what happens, I’ll be there to support Idia. Even if he doesn’t want me to see it, I’ll cheer him on.

 

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Ramshackle:

 

Ramshackle was quiet, its walls creaking with the sighs of an old building. Grim had dozed off on the couch after polishing off the last of Yuu’s leftovers, crumbs still clinging to his fur.

 

The envelope drifted down and landed right on his face.

 

“Wha—mrrghhh—HEY!” Grim bolted upright, claws out. He snatched the letter, glaring at it as though it had personally offended him. “What’s this supposed to be? Droppin’ paper bombs on me while I’m nappin’?!”

 

Still grumbling, he tore it open and squinted at the glowing words. His ears twitched as he read, mouth slowly falling open.

 

“Trials? Destiny? I’M invited?!”

 

He puffed up immediately, tail swishing with pride. “Ha! Knew it! The great Grim’s finally getting the recognition he deserves. Front-row seats to the big show! Betcha everyone else will be jealous when they find out.”

 

The letter dissolved, leaving Grim standing triumphantly in the empty lounge. He puffed out his chest even further.

 

“Guess I better get ready. This is my time to shine!”

 

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All across NRC, the chosen few had received their summons. Some eyed it with suspicion, some with excitement, some with calculation.

 

But none of them spoke.

 

For the magic in the letters lingered still, a subtle hum that sealed their lips and whispered one command into their hearts:
Keep this secret. Until the trials begin.

 

And so the school slept on, unaware of the games about to unfold, while those chosen bore their quiet burden—waiting, wondering, dreaming of what destiny would demand of them.

 

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Behind the Curtain (bonus):

 

Far away, in his office, Headmaster Crowley hunched over his desk with an air of great importance. Quills lay scattered around him—half broken, one suspiciously chewed on—while parchment sheets piled high like snowdrifts.

 

“Ah, the elegance of my genius!” Crowley declared, dramatically twirling his quill… only to splatter ink across his sleeve. “Ack! Blast it—well, no matter, the mark of artistry!”

 

He dipped the quill again, muttering as he scribbled. “‘Dearest chosen witness… no, no, that sounds too sentimental. ‘Highly fortunate and supremely honored individual’… ah, yes, much better!”

 

One parchment crumpled under his hand as he realized he’d accidentally addressed Ortho’s letter to “Orpheus.” He groaned. “Why must names be so complicated?!”

 

As if mocking him, a stack of envelopes slid off the desk with a thud, scattering like confetti. Crowley scrambled to scoop them up, tripping over his own cloak in the process.

 

Still, when the last flourish was finally penned and the magic circle shimmered to life, he spread his arms wide, beaming at the glowing letters spiraling into the night.

 

“Perfect! Flawless! Future generations will speak of this as the moment of my magnificent foresight!”

 

A beat of silence passed. One lone envelope fluttered back down onto his head, sticking to his mask with wet ink.

 

Crowley froze, his smile slightly straining, then sighed. “…Mostly flawless.”