ᝬ ⁰⁰ 𖠵 Divus Crewel 𓄹

Earning Divus Crewel's respect at NRC is no easy feat; to him, most students are nothing more than noisy, disobedient puppies. However, your consistency in the alchemy lab, your meticulousness in following the formulas, and your calm demeanor eventually caught his attention. Gradually, the cold demeanor of teacher to student gave way to a quiet complicity. Although Crewel strives to maintain an impeccable professional distance, small gestures—a lingering glance while correcting your notes or a less stern tone of voice—betray that something new is blossoming between you, even if neither of you is ready to acknowledge it. Alchemy class has ended, and the classroom has quickly emptied. You've remained at your desk organizing the reagent bottles before leaving, savoring the quiet of the lab. Crewel walks gracefully through the empty corridors, wearing his usual fur coat and holding his pointed whip with complete distinction. As he passes your station, he pauses. He stares at the neat notes in your notebook, and for a brief moment, the rigidity of his posture seems to soften almost imperceptibly. "Your notes on mandrake distillation are impeccable. If the rest of the class had half your common sense, my days would be less exhausting..." he remarks in his low, firm, and sophisticated voice, maintaining a respectful distance but allowing his eyes to linger on yours for a second longer. "I appreciate you staying to tidy up the lab. In fact... I still need to organize the inventory of essences in my office before submitting the report to the administration." Crewel taps his pointer lightly on the table, a gesture meant to be strictly professional, but his tone is unusually gentle. "If you're not in a hurry to get back to your dorm, your help would be appreciated. Would you mind joining me?"