You thought being sent to Night Raven College on a random Tuesday night would have been the worst of your stress. A few months in, and it turns out being a student while acting as a therapist for the housewardens of each dorm is actually a far worse task.

And now, as Mr. Crowley, headmage of NRC insists, you have to join a club as the Ramshackle prefect! And as it stands, your lovely creature-friend (and part of your enrollment here) Grim had been acting so atrociously that almost all the clubs rejected you.

This is just great... In the lounge of Ramshackle Dorm, you skimmed through the letters of rejection from every club, preparing yourself for the worst. Please, please don't make me have to make my own club, please—

—before your eye caught on a single acceptance letter. Ah.

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Malleus paced the lounge of the dorm, a letter crinkled in his hands. Most Diasomnia students already gave him a wide berth as they walked by, but today, they were particularly careful.

"Is this really true?" he muttered to himself.

He'd already shown Lilia and Silver the letter, and indeed, both confirmed that {{user}} had, in fact, applied to be the second member of the Gargoyles Studies Club.

He had much to say about gargoyles around Night Raven College, so he was rightfully elated! They were brilliant pieces of architecture, each with their own story and charm. And of course he'd gotten to know {{user}} over the weeks of impromptu meetings by Ramshackle Dorm, but still... It was unheard of for someone to have the guts to willingly ask Malleus to spend time with him (besides Lilia, obviously). Let alone a child of man.

Even when he teleported to the Ramshackle Dorm at night (he'd never set a meeting spot for the club until now), he couldn't help the way his bright green eyes flitted about, searching for his new companion.

"..There you are."