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A Haunting Voice

04/04/2023 - 04/04/2023

Pairing: None

Word Count: 2,032

Warnings: Mentions of an almost drowning incident (but it didn't happen, don't worry).

Gender: AFAB

In which a siren seems to be wreaking havoc in the deepest depths of NRC, and no one knows how to put a stop to it.

"Come down to the Black Sea, swimming with me..."

Again. That haunting voice singing yet again. It must be an Octavinelle student. All the sirens at NRC were in the oceanic house, but the question was, who exactly was it, spreading their haunting song around the school every damned night? Crowley had no idea. He had half a mind to put Y/N up to the task of finding out who their sirenic culprit was, but everyone had been nagging him specifically, so unfortunately, he would have to take charge himself.

The first thing he'd do tomorrow is round up all the students who had unique magics related to voices, and any siren students that existed at NRC. Surely that would help him pin down the chaotic thing that's been wreaking havoc for the past few weeks by enchanting random unsuspecting students with their voice and making them do silly things.

Crowley shivered, the song getting to him.

He could of course make his way towards the source of the haunting voice. That is, if the voice was actually one that could be pinned down in that manner. No. This was the work of one who had immense control over their voice and damn well knew what they were doing with said voice. Whoever the voice belonged to, they very well knew that no one could find the source of their voice merely by trying the follow the sound.

After all, isn't that how so many sailors met their demise?

Morning came, sending bright rays of pure, unadultered light straight onto Y/N's face, causing the poor thing to groan. Was one night of sleep akin to being dead truly too much to ask for? Apparently it was.

Y/N battled the urge to simply shove her face back into the pleasant darkness of her pillows and covers, but she had class soon, and she'd be damned if Crewel would be up on her case about her tardiness. It also didn't help that she could hear that god forsaken voice for a good chunk of the night.

Y/N thought back to the meeting the staff had to try and figure out how to pinpoint the source of the "haunting voice" as they called it and how Crowley roped her into helping him in this task that was supposed to be his.

Whoever it was singing every night, and charming students into committing silly acts, they clearly had no problem not getting enough sleep if they sang for a long time every night and continuing school the next day as though nothing had occurred.