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“How excellent! Everything seems to be perfectly in order. Are there any further questions?”

Azul cleared his throat, casually pushing his glasses back up. “Yes, just one Headmage.”

Crowley, for whatever reason, looked nervous.

Riddle apparently hadn't been the only one to catch it. From the way Leona's ear briefly flicked in Crowley's direction it seemed like the beast man was actually paying attention,  for once.

“Ah, yes. Very well, Mr. Ashengrotto. What is it?” 

The man seemed to be in some sort of rush. How strange…

“The exchange program. RSA has already chosen their students, but what about NRC?”

Riddle had the same question in mind. Despite all the arrangements being made, dorms preparing to “warmly welcome” students from their rival school, not a word was heard about their own students.

“Yes, that.” Crowley sounded nervous, he was practically sweating bullets. “That was handled by me personally, no need to worry.”

“Then who'd you pick?” Came the lazy drawl of none other than Leona. For once, he seemed to be actually interested in what the Headmage said.

Crowley, if anything, looked like he'd just walked into his own funeral. Though, it's not like they could tell much from his expression, always covered by the mask. “It doesn't matter who I've picked. I trust that they'd represent Night Raven College very well.” He deflected, clearly hiding something. 

“Headmage, who did you pick?” Malleus asked, tone icy cold and sharp. The fae prince had actually attended a meeting for once, which was a surprise.

If Crowley were a lesser man, he would've squeaked or maybe tried to deflect some more. But in this room where even the air seemed to weigh on his very soul and the eyes were far too observant, he cracked.