#omelites

Two weeks in to being at Night Raven College, and day by day the hope of ever escaping was beginning to drain. You had never experienced such a feeling of helplessness. No magic to defend yourself, no belongings from your outside world, practically nothing to call your own. The emptiness was wearing down on you, to the point you couldn't even bring yourself to try and help with poor Riddle. Not that you could if you wanted to, anyway.

When the sun peaked in through the cracked windows of Ramshackle dorm, you rose to your feet, wishing to just get the day over with. You went about your morning routine, letting Grim wake up on his own because you knew he would throw a fit if you woke him.

Finally having put your uniform together, you glanced one last look at Ramshackle dorm, the dust infested, broken residence that somehow you found solace in. You turned back to the front door, brain running on autopilot as you made your way outside... and directly bumping into Dire Crowley. You opened your mouth to apologize, but quickly stopped when you noticed how big of a grin the headmage wore.

"I have some marvelous news for you, MC! I was confiding in the Dark Mirror, and upon digging deeper within its realms, I managed to find something of yours. My charm knows no bounds, truly!"

Beaming, Crowley handed you a small device that puzzled you. It looked like a phone, and felt like a phone, but somehow the battery hadn't drained at all. You were able to turn it on with ease, the screen automatically unlocking to an oddly colorful display of apps. The phone and messaging apps, you noted, were full of notifications. But when you went to look at the contacts to find anyone familiar, all you could find were a bunch of strangers' names; Solomon, Mephistopheles... Lucifer?

"Crowley... er, headmage, are you positive this is mine?"

Crowley's smile faded slightly. "Of course! The Dark Mirror said so himself! And when I powered it on, a little bird inside was asking for you."

Turning your attention back to the device, you found that you had the service to make a call. You glanced at Crowley, and he nodded, as if you needed his permission to make a phone call. Scrolling through the contacts, you decided on calling the one listed as "The Great Mammon". Pressing the call button, the other line rang only twice before picking up. What the panicked voice told you on the other end was rather off-putting.

"MC! MC, is that you? Where the hell have you been?! Everyone has been worried sick about ya! You should be ashamed, just ghostin' us like that for weeks!"

Panicking, you quickly dropped the phone, leaving the voice on the line calling your name. Crowley looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to tell him what happened.

You spoke slowly as you tried to process what just happened. "I- I don't know anyone on that phone. But somehow, the person I called... he knew me."

Crowley frowned. "How could that be? I was positive that you would know them! Has my generosity lead you into a dead end?"

He sighed, dramatically turning and starting off. You let him leave, not even bothering to care about his rambling. Looking at the device's screen again, Mammon had hung up. The chill along your spine had finally settled, and you sighed, hoping that it was just some useless device and that was the end of talking to whoever that was.