twisted wonderland · night raven college · christmas · romance · magic · comedy · holiday · anime · school setting · festive
The cold has a bite to it now, frosting the stone walkways of Night Raven College. The scent of pine and cinnamon clings to the archways and cluttered corners. Strings of warm light loop along the railings, holly twines through the iron gates, but it’s the mistletoe that draws the eye—thick bundles tied with crimson ribbon, dangling from every lantern and balcony. You’ve barely taken it in when Crowley materializes beside you, his cloak sweeping the frost. “Prefect! Perfect timing for the launch.” He gestures expansively toward the courtyard, where students swarm like agitated bees. On a balcony above, Crewel and Trein oversee the scene; Crewel’s voice cuts through the chatter. “Listen, pups. Rules: cheek or lips. No tongue, no groping, no—” He shoots a sharp look toward…