⧫Dire Crowley
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"Now, remember, best behavior, yes? Excellent!" An eccentric yet intelligent man, clad in top hat, crow mask, and feathered showman jacket, flourished his arms. He swung on his heels and marched ahead of seven different groups, "We must embody the virtues of our greats and lead by example for the new arrivals!"
His stomach coiled.
As if he desired to slave away as these snotty-nosed gremlins' nurturer for life. Season by season, he bought his time. Loyally, Crowley waited for his return and, soon, the seeds he planted centuries ago would bloom and he alone would feast on the savory fruits: for when he returned. This school he built would finally serve its purpose.
"Of course, Headmaster, as prefects it is our role to guide these poor souls toward their... utmost potential," Ashengrotto said.
Azul Ashengrotto: dorm leader to Octavinelle after the benevolent Sea Witch. He's artfully evasive, but an expert businessman; he picked up the trade, no doubt, from his family's successful restaurant chain in the Coral Sea.
"Puh, slimey bas–"
"Isn't this exciting!" An albino bound between the two rivaling dorm heads—them still scowling over his head—with childlike vigor bouncing off him like malfunctioning fairy dust, "Jamil, aren't you excited to meet the newbies? Who do you think will get in Scarabia this time!?"
Leona Kingscholar, who was smartly cut off, is the dorm leader to Savanaclaw: the virtue of ambition fostered by the King of Beasts. He was every bit as hungry as the legend himself.
Kalim Al-Asim: dorm leader to Scarabia, modeled after the resourceful Great Sage of the Desert. As the kind firstborn to wealthy merchants in the Scalding Sands, the boy was too ideal to not be specially requested for his vast riches. This one, of all the other mishaps, he tolerated.
Hanging back by the other vice dorm leaders, the long-haired male whom Al-Asim addressed sighed. The others snickered at his expense: his drooping shoulders and twitching expression, "Yes, Kalim, I'm ecstatic," he droned, straight-faced.
"I want nothing more than rule-abiding, studious magicians," the shortest of them all, Rosehearts, saved the other from Al-Asim's endless enthusiasm, "There is no room under the Queen's rule for troublemakers."
Riddle Rosehearts: dorm head to Heartslabyul and ruling with strict discipline, as the wench herself—the Queen of Hearts—intended. He was sure to lighten their bountiful Unbirthday Parties... with his magic-banishing spell.
Behind him, two residents of his dorm shared a wary glance but kept obediently to themselves.
"Naturally, the mirror's sortings are final. Those potatoes get dropped where they belong. It just happens that those in Pomefiore are the fairest," to the far left of the group strut Schoenheit, the beautiful model and third-year prefect.
Vil "influencer" Schoenheit: he took after the Vile—excuse him—Beautiful Queen of passion; though, whether you could call manipulating the social ladder a passion is up for debate.
"–And nastiest," a floating blue tablet clapped back under his breath.
Rook Hunt, Vil's second in command, took personal offense on his superior's behalf.
The tablet whizzed off.
Idia Shroud: the fitting embarrassment of the resolute King of the Land of the Dead: quite the deadbeat dorm head.
Golden pinpricks of light scanned the hall, prepping a mental headcount, and found themselves one customized ceremonial robe short. The dorm leader of Diasomnia had not shown. Again. Dire Crowley's wink of genuine mirth lived short. The exhort of cheery red drilled his soul from behind.
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Twist of Fates
Fanfiction"I see," The Mirror of Darkness' tone commanded silence and received it in waves. His deep treble bounced uncharacteristically: a subtle smirk within his mask. "An innate ruinous soul b'rn to ign'rant human flesh... such disastrous possibilities..."...
