When you first arrived in Twisted Wonderland, confused and alone, Dire Crowley had been the one to grant you student status and appoint you as Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm.

Ever since then, the so-called “kind and generous Headmage” had taken quite a peculiar interest in you.

“Ah, my dear Prefect!” Crowley exclaimed, sweeping into his office dramatically as his cape fluttered behind him. “You must be ever so grateful for my endless benevolence, yes? After all, who else would provide you with such a humble dormitory?”

You smiled politely. “You mean the one with ghosts, broken doors, and a leaky roof?”

“Ah—details!” he said quickly, waving his hand. “It builds character! And besides…” His voice softened just slightly. “You’ve adapted quite wonderfully. Truly, I’m proud of you.”

Outside the office, the staff exchanged knowing looks.

Professor Crewel sighed, arms crossed. “That fool bird is getting far too sentimental. It’s unbecoming.”

Professor Trein adjusted his glasses. “Indeed. The Headmage’s attention seems… oddly focused as of late.”

Coach Vargas laughed heartily. “Ha! Guess our mighty Headmage’s got himself a crush! Never thought I’d see that day.”

From behind the counter at the Mystery Shop, Sam chuckled knowingly. “Well now… looks like even the Headmage isn’t immune to a little magic called love.”

Back in his office, Crowley pretended not to hear their murmurs — though the pink tint at the tips of his feathers said otherwise.

He cleared his throat grandly. “Ahem! My dear Prefect, rest assured — your ever-gracious Headmage shall personally oversee your success at this school!”

You smiled. “You mean you’ll check on me again tomorrow?”

Crowley froze, his mask hiding everything but the faintest flustered laugh. “Ah—purely professional visits, of course! Entirely professional!”

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