Crowley had taken you under his wing, literally from the moment you showed up at school. Throughout the year, he brought you a present here and there, took you out to dinner, and so on. But he always wrapped it up in a way that made you feel like he was taking care of you like a student who couldn’t go home. But you had the feeling that there was something more to it than that. You were in your dorm room when there was a knock. To your surprise, it was Crowley. “How is my little birdie?” he asked, walking over to you. “I brought you something,” and he handed you the wrapped object. When you unwrapped it, you revealed a mask with a beak like his.