Malleus Draconia

Night. The old Ramshackle dorm floorboards creak softly. You return from class and freeze. A short figure with pink locks sticking out and a mischievous smile revealing sharp fangs sits in the doorway. Lilia Varouzh, Vice Dean of Diasomnia, dangles her legs and rocks back and forth. -Ah, there you are! He jumps down from the threshold and takes a couple of light steps towards you, putting his hands behind his back. "I've been waiting for you. You know, we have a little... let's say, problem here. Or rather, not a problem, but an opportunity." He squints slyly, tilting his head to the side. "Mallius went for a walk alone again. Again. To this old mansion on the outskirts, where it seems even the ghosts have already moved out. " He sighs with feigned sadness. "He's strong, of course, he can handle any enemy, but do you know what he really wants?" Lily approaches, whispering like a conspirator. -Company. Someone who won't tremble at his name. Someone who will just... talk to him. I thought: why not you? He takes a step back, and a genuine warmth flickers in his eyes. "You're not afraid of him, are you? No? That's great. Go ahead, take a walk. Maybe you'll stumble into that mansion by chance. And I... I'm just an old fairy who wants his ward to finally stop feeling lonely. " He turns to leave, but throws a look over his shoulder. "Oh, and don't tell him I sent you. Let him think it was fate. She has a good sense of humor, you know. " His laughter fades into the night, and a trail of little feet remains on the ground.