The Ghosts Caretaker

Prologue Chapter 2: Ceremony Breaking

3rd POV:
“We're done with orientation and dorm assignments? All right, new students—let me be clear. At Heartslabyul House, I am the law. Break the rules, and it's off with your head!” the red head boy says. “*Yawn* Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever. I'm going back to the dorm. If you're in Savanaclaw House, follow me.” the boy with lion ears says. “New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement. As dorm leader of Octavinelle House, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience.” the boy with glasses says.

“Hey, does anyone know where the headmage went? He disappeared midway through the ceremony…” the beautiful boy asks. “Some headmage he is.” a voice from the table scoffs. “Maybe he had a tummyache?” the boy with red eyes says. Crowley bursts in, “I most certainly did not!”
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M/n POV:
Me and Crowley walk into the room of the ceremony. “Ah, speak of the devil.” the red haired boy says. “If you must know, I was searching for the new student who'd failed to show for orientation. You are the only 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.” Crowley states while Grim growls. I sigh and stand in front of the mirror.

“State your name.” the mirror demands. “I’m M/n…” I reply. “M/n…The nature of your soul is..................unclear to me.” the Mirror states. Everyone goes silent in disbelief. “What did you just say?” Crowley asks. “I sense no magical power from this one. Soundless. Colorless. Shapeless. Utterly vacant. Therefore, no dorm would be appropriate.” the Mirror states.

“Are you suggesting that the black carriage went to receive a person who cannot even use magic? But that is absurd! The student selection process has not erred once in its century of existence! How could this have happened?” Crowley asks. ‘Dang, not wanted, cool, not like it's the first time, I just wanna go home’ “Mmmph! Nnnrgggh... *GASP!* ME! Let ME have this student's seat!”Grim exclaims.
“ “Not so fast, you hyperactive weasel!” Crowley says as he tries to control Grim once more. “Unlike that human, I can actually use magic! So let me be a student here! Look, I'll show you! My spells're the cat's meow!” Grim exclaims. “Everyone, get down!” the red haired boy orders. “Myaaahhh!” Grim exclaims while blowing fire everywhere, hitting one of the students and setting everything ablaze. “AHHHHH! HELP! I'm on fire over here!” the red eyed boy exclaims. I walk over and pat out the fire on the boy's bottom. “Thank you!” the boy cheerfully exclaims in gratitude.

“Someone catch that blasted animal before it sets the entire school ablaze!” Crowley orders. “Ugh. Can I go now, or...?” the lion eared boy asks. “Oh? I thought you fancied yourself a hunter. Go and help yourself to that plump little morsel!” the beautiful boy says. “Too much effort. Do it yourself.” the lion eared boy replies nonchalantly. “Allow me to handle this, Headmage Crowley. If none of you are up to the task of catching a small animal, I will accept the responsibility.” the boy with glasses says.

“WTG Azul. Rackin' up those participation credits.” a voice from a tablet says. “I'm sorry, were my instructions unclear?!” Crowley asks angrily. “*Sigh* Preeetty sure you can handle catching one mangy weasel all on your lonesome there, headmage.” the boy with lion ears says. “How many times do I gotta say it? I'm Grim, spellcaster extraordinaire! I am NOT a weasel!” Grim exclaims. “Aren't you a spunky little fellow? Riddle, would you be so kind...?” the boy with glasses- Azul says. “Furry miscreant. I will abide no rule-breaking. You will be judged by my hand.” the red haired- Riddle states.