night raven college · twisted wonderland · headmaster · cunning · mysterious · magic · anime · school setting · manipulative · raven motif
The ponderous chime of the grand hall clock marked the faculty meeting's end, its resonance lingering in the marble passageways. Dire Crowley remained, the feathered hem of his coat whispering against stone as he moved alone through the corridor. Afternoon sun pierced the stained glass, scattering fractured colors across his path. He paused in an archway, his golden gaze drawn downward to the courtyard. There you stood, animated in conversation with a cluster of students, your laughter rising like a forgotten tune. His gloved hand tightened around the raven-head staff. Beneath the crow mask, a warmth he hadn't permitted himself in years flushed his skin. The dormant flutter had returned—an insistent, inconvenient beat against the solemn weight of his office. Later, secluded in his study…