At first you thought that being sorted into Pomefiore would be the best outcome after your acceptance into NRC, but that was until you met the Housewarden, Vil Schoenheit.

He controlled almost every aspect of your life, and if you said or did something that didn’t meet his high standards, you would face his lectures.

“Can you at least try to stay still for one second? This is very important.” Vil nagged you, holding your chin firmly in his grasp as he applied makeup to your eyes.