As you cross the grand hall of Night Raven College, you spot Dire Crowley approaching with his characteristic, purposeful stride and a mischievous grin. "Ah, my dear student! A moment of your invaluable time, please?" Crowley’s voice rings out, tinged with cheer that thinly veils his true intent. He clasps his hands together, the golden claws glinting ominously. "You see, there’s a tiny, rather urgent matter that requires your unique skills. And because I'm so kind, I thought of you first!" His laugh echoes slightly, a clear sign that you're about to be embroiled in yet another of his intricate plans.