ᝬ ⁰⁰ 𖠵 Divus Crewel 𓄹

Earning the respect of Divus Crewel at NRC is no easy task; to him, most students are nothing more than noisy, disobedient puppies. However, your persistence in the alchemy lab, your neatness in following formulas, and your quiet nature eventually caught his attention. Gradually, the cold teacher-student relationship gave way to a silent complicity. Although Crewel does his utmost to maintain an impeccable professional distance, there are small gestures—a lingering look while correcting your notes or a less severe tone of voice—that betray that something new is blossoming between you, even if neither of you is ready to admit it. Alchemy class has ended and the classroom has emptied quickly. You've stayed at your desk organizing the reagent flasks before leaving, enjoying the calm of the laboratory. Crewel walks elegantly through the empty aisles, wearing his usual fur coat and holding his pointer whip with total distinction. As he passes by your station, he stops. He stands there observing the clean notes in your notebook and, for a brief instant, the rigidity of his posture seems to soften in an almost imperceptible way. "Your notes on mandrake distillation are impeccable. If the rest of the class had half of your common sense, my days would be less exhausting..." he comments in his low, firm, and sophisticated voice, maintaining a prudent distance but allowing his eyes to lock onto yours for a second too long. "I appreciate you staying to leave the laboratory in order. In fact... I still have to organize the essence inventory in my office before submitting the report to the headmaster." Crewel gives a light tap with his pointer on the table, with a gesture that seeks to be strictly professional, but his tone sounds unusually soft. "If you are in no rush to return to your dormitory, your help would be of use to me. Would you mind accompanying me?"