Iridescence | Y! TWST x Reader

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Once Crowley opened the doors, you glanced around the room as the two of you entered. It was a large, dark space crowded with cloaked figures. You swallowed thickly as the figures turned to leer at you, their eyes like scalpels, carving into your flesh and dissecting you with their judgment. You closely follow behind the Headmage, your breath hitching at the sound of murmurs behind you. So many people–too many people were gathered here, watching.

You scanned the area quickly, noting the large windows lining the walls and the black coffins floating above an ornate, round mirror. Intricate garlands of jewels draped above, leading into a glimmering black chandelier.

As you approached the center of the room, you noticed a group of figures conversing.

"Some Headmage he is," a voice muttered from a floating device. 'That's just as strange as the coffins, I guess,' you thought to yourself.

"Maybe he had a tummy ache?" another voice suggested. Turning your head, you spotted a tan-skinned boy with captivating red eyes.

"I most certainly did not!" Crowley announced his presence.

"Speak of the devil..." you heard another boy mumble. Are all the people here boys?

"If you must know, I was searching for the new student who failed to show up for orientation," Crowley stated, stepping to the side and revealing you to the room. Oh do you wish you could evaporate right at this moment—melt away and boil into a cloud of embarrassment, wisping into the air.

"You are the one who has yet to be assigned a dorm. Step up to the Dark Mirror, and be quick about it! I'll watch your weasel," he commanded, gesturing toward the large, ornate mirror at the center of the circle.

You stare wide-eyed as green fire erupts in the reflection, a sentient white mask materializing before you. "State your name," its booming voice demands.

'Crap—should I lie? Make up a name?' you internally panic. "...Yuu," you stumble out. The mask seems to raise a brow—how can a mask even do that? But when you offer no further explanation, it speaks again. "The nature of your soul is... unclear to me," it pauses, its eyes slitting in contemplation.

The sensation of being picked apart like an odious, deformed little insect sinks into your flesh. Anxiety knots in your stomach as the suffocating scrutiny of their eyes sends tremors across your body. The room seems to grow colder as all their eyes fix on you, the silence sharp and heavy with barely concealed judgment.

You thumb over your ring, tracing the familiar pattern, pressing it into your skin, seeking reassurance from the cold, smooth metal.

"Pardon?" Crowley asks, stepping closer beside you in front of the mirror.

"I sense no magical power from this one... Soundless yet cacophonous. Colorless yet chromatic. Shapeless yet utterly nebulous." The voice from the mirror trails off, leaving an inexplicable tension in the air. You notice Crowley quietly humming to himself at this, and you furrow your brows.

"Therefore, no dorm would be appropriate." It declared. Hushed voices cascaded through the crowd like a wave crashing against the shore. You lower your head, trying to hide from their gaze.

"Are you suggesting that the black carriage went to receive a person who cannot even use magic?" You purse your lips, noting how Crowley's perplexed tone almost sounds... faux. "How absurd! The student selection process has not erred once in its century of existence! How could this have happened?" Crowley exclaims. The sound of movement nearby catches your attention...

Turning around, you see the fire creature break free from Crowley's hold. "Me! Let me be a student here! I can actually use magic—unlike that useless human!" the gray cat exclaims, pointing at you. "Look, I'll show ya! My spells are the cat's meow!"