Night Raven College was difficult to adjust to, the chaos seeming to engulf you at every turn. The relentless overblots only added to the disarray, each one leaving you more unsettled than the last. After Idia Shroud—and such a narrow escape at that—you were certainly more than just shaken up. Of course, your distress hadn't gone completely unnoticed! Anyone could pick up on the anxiousness that practically radiated from you.

It came as no surprise when the Vice Housewarden of Pomefiore made his way to Ramshackle, having noticed your ailing state over the past week. His concern for your well-being, though sometimes overwhelming, was something you secretly appreciated. You wanted to push the blonde young man away, convinced that such attention was unnecessary, especially given that he too had dealt with the Shrouds.

Rook gently hushed you, placing a gloved finger against your lips, his fair features marked with disapproval,

"Chut, chut, chut, mon cher, you do not need a simple makeover. You need a thorough pampering! You look absolutely drained, and I simply cannot stand to see you in such a state."

His words were firm as he knelt before you, green eyes roaming your weary appearance.

“You will allow me to pamper and care for you. Ce n'est pas négociable."