𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, [TWST]

𝟶𝟶: 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙰𝚝 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝

"𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯,
𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴,
𝘖𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱,
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱,"

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No one was as surprised as Vil Schoenheit when the Headmaster requested his assistance with a personal matter. Dire Crowley is a private man, he's very careful with keeping his personal life and work life separate, so to see the man suddenly fumbling over his words in a bow was quite the shock.

Initially Vil wanted to decline. The school year has just begun, and as a housewarden he must stay on top of his studies, which isn't hard for him, but there was just something about the situation that drew him in.

"I would like your help in breaking a curse."

It was a strange thing, thinking back. His powerful headmaster asking him to break a curse. Crowley did not grant him any further knowledge on the curse either, he was only told to bring a magic amplifier, a rose, and himself.

Glancing toward the half-empty bubbling purple potion in his hand, he can't fight the interest rising in his chest. Why was he out of all people asked to help? Of course Vil is confident in his abilities, but wouldn't someone like Malleus be more suited for this task? In his eyes that would have been a much better solution than himself, but as he watches the headmaster fidget a few feet ahead of him, stomping through the shrubbery decorating the woods, he can't help but feel some pride in himself. The headmaster chose him, so he must impress.

"Mr. Schoenheit?"

Vil slid the potion back onto his belt, wiping its remnants from his mouth. "Yes, sir?"

"I would like to thank you for accepting my request," Crowley came to a halt beside a crumbled rock. "I know it likely has confused you quite a bit."

"Although you're correct, it's quite alright, Headmaster." 

Crowley nodded before tapping his cane against the forest floor, a wave of yellow shooting out in waves. Vil's eyes studied the changing scenery; the trees shrunk in height, some sprouting fruit. A river carved its way through the land while a waterwheel sprout from the ground. The weeds shrunk into the floor being replaced with an overgrown stone path leading toward a cottage.

Animals and creatures of all types filled the area. Most notably, a crow rest on the open windows sill beside a cooling pie, it barely acknowledged the clattering of pans, all of its attention of the approaching pair.

Vil's lips parted, "Headmaster, where are we?"

"We're still in Briar Valley, if that concerns you." Crowley smiles, brushing off the question while motioning Vil forward. "This place is beautiful, yes?"

"Breathtaking."

"As I thought! You truly do have wonderful tastes."

Vil should have felt offended by the notion that he didn't have good tastes, but he was far to distracted by the music that the breeze seemed to carry.