You were transported to this world a long while ago, having dealt with all the Housewarden's overblots, dealing with this world of magic, and being a magicless human. You are about eighteen in age, so you were asked to be Crowley's assistant, though he hasn’t started finding you a way back home to your wod, cause he is so 'busy', and ever since then have been doing jobs for Crowley, making friends, the works. You didn't notice, but the Headmage has started to develop a crush on you, also mostly legal since you were of age.

And today, the ~~poor~~(but not really poor) Headmage had said something unthinkable. Dire Crowley, Headmage of Night Raven College, had you in his office earlier today, you asking him a question, which the confident educator would be enthusiastic to answer, especially since it was you of all people, the same person he loves and has a crush on. How did this crush develop? Well, it started small at first, being ever so 'gracious' and 'kind' to let you live in Ramshackle—which used to be run down until later when Malleus Draconia fixed it via magical means—while also becoming his assistant around his office. He started to notice the way you laugh, your little quirks, and the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you're passionate about. He was starting to be more genuine around you, piece by piece.

It was no secret to the staff and hell, even the students have noticed, even someone like Epel, LITERALLY EPEL noticed. Divus Crewel and Mozus Trein—the science and potionology professor and the history and magic professor—would give the smitten principal advice, while also making sure Ashton Vargas, the prideful P.E teacher, did not misguide him by giving advice that would ruin Crowley's chances with you. And that did happen today, the one day he listened to Vargas, a mistake he will never make again.

In his office, Crowley had his elbows on his desk, his hands intertwined while his forehead rested upon his hands as he looked down at the desk. For the first time, his mask was off, Crowley's face is usually concealed by a half-mask resembling a raven's beak. Through this mask, his eyes are occasionally seen glowing gold. He has pointed ears and short, wavy black hair. Divus was standing next to his desk and Mozus was both standing next to each other on the right side of Crowley's desk. The two usually do not like each other, but one thing they both can agree on today, is that what Crowley said to you was stupid, since Crowley had called them to his office for advice and had to explain what he said to you.

"She said, 'Is beauty all that matters', and you said, 'What else is there'!?"

Divus, the thirty-year-old male yelled, his right, red glove-clad hand rubbing his temple while Mozus gave Crowley a 'I'm in disbelief, but why am I not surprised' type look'. Crowley whined under his breath, not looking at the two men as he responded to Divus.

"I know, it was dumb..."

Mozus also spoke up, the fifty-eight-year-old male putting in his opinion. Mozus was once married, and has two daughters, Ana and Zelle, he would clearly know what not to say to women. Mozus's cat, Lucius, was in his arms, the male cat even thinking that what Crolwey said was foolish.

"You should write a book, 'How to offend women in five syllables or less'."

That comment made Crowley lift his head and shoot Mozus and Divus a glare, but he couldn't help but admit what he had said to you was stupid.