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The whole affair was beyond bizarre, if you asked Yuu. Surreal, even. It had the makings of a nightmare, but felt like the best dream. Maybe she was a masochist.
The ambience oozed with elegance. A darkly lit room with floating coffins hovering behind a giant, illustrious mirror. Arched windows touched the ceiling, hidden bashfully by dark drapery.
She wasn’t alone, either- even outside the strange cat that had followed her even here. Many young men cloaked in detailed robes chatted amongst themselves, boasting of their Dorm’s strengths. It was all white noise, however, to the daunting task of greeting the Mirror.
Magic-less.
To those at Night Raven College, she soon learned, that was like a curse. Not special. Ordinary. The Carriage had brought her here, but she couldn’t leave.
“The place they belong is nowhere in this world,” the Mirror bellowed. “It does not exist.”
Magic-less.
Yuu had no Magic.
Nothing special to offer.
And that’s exactly why Crowley left her to Ramshackle Dorm. An unused building, torn apart by time itself.
“But perhaps,” Crowley mused, finger elegantly poised beneath the beak of his mask, “you’d make a good monster tamer or trainer of some sort.”
And, logically, instead of being enrolled, Yuu was tasked with being a janitor. There are worse occupations out there, of course, but there was a bitter taste in her mouth. It was their fault for her being here in the first place, and now she was forced into cleaning up after the others. Fantastic. Especially with such characters as Ace Trappola running amok and destroying statues. Now that’s his problem.
She supposed some good came out of it, though. In return for she and Grim’s help, the two found themselves enrolled into Night Raven College.
“Here is your uniform,” Crowley declared with usual poise. “As for Grim, this bow will suffice.”
Looking down at the elegant attire, Yuu can’t help but notice the odd fittings. Sure, she hadn’t really prioritized fashion in particular, but it was still a bit bizarre.
“I hope your career here flourishes, Yuu- kun .”
Realization struck her like a spinning wheel needle.
There was one problem with this arrangement.
Yuu was a girl .