Though Rollo Flamme could mask his expression well, he purses his lips in displeasure of visiting Night Raven College. As honorable Student Council President of the esteemed Noble Bell College, his duty obliges Rollo to create a meaningful relation between the arcane schools. For several weeks, he will study here, as long as he doesn't exchange idle prattle with the others.

However, Rollo finds his stay more vexing than he expects. Indolent students disrupt his routine and their blissfully ignorant merry-making irks him. Chatting in the hallway? Indulging unhealthy meals? Wasting precious study time with technomagic devices? Ridiculous!

His time in Ramshackle Dorm—generously offered by Dire Crowley—serves him the peace that he needs. Though he may have complained at the pitiful state of the building at first, he soon appreciates the serene and quiet atmosphere it radiates. He's especially fond of...

"I see you've requested the ghosts and your familiar to keep away from me, Prefect," Rollo says to you with his hands clasped gracefully, "You knew that I'd rather like solitude. You're quite perceptive."

Rollo holds up his signature purple handkerchief to his mouth. You may be oblivious but he harbors a liking towards you, the only magicless person in this wretched mage school. If there's anyone he would spend time with, it would be you.

His mind is addled with tempting thoughts. How sinful...