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Jack Howl felt conflicted.
Jack was a simple person. They lived by a simple routine and by simple morals.
However, Jack had received an invitation to the prestigious school of Night Raven College on the Isle of Sages. It was such an incredible opportunity that their entire family urged them to accept it. So, they did.
Except, Jack had limited knowledge on the finer workings of Night Raven's social hierarchy. They knew of the school from bits and pieces spoken by their town's elders and adults, but they only learned of Night Raven College in more detail from their childhood friend, Vil Schoenheit.
Vil had once told them, when they were watching the aurora together, that he wished to go to Night Raven College. Vil taught Jack about the different dorms, the many types of events they held, and how successful those who graduated are.
So, naturally, when Vil rang Jack and excitedly told them that he had been accepted, Jack was obviously elated for their friend. Vil went on, and on about how happy he was. And when Vil was sorted into Pomefiore, he called Jack again gushing about how happy he was to be sorted into the dorm based on the older boy's favorite amongst the Great Seven.
And when Jack received their invitation, they rang Vil to tell him. Vil was so proud of Jack. The two spent the whole night on the phone with each other, speculating which dorm Jack would be sorted into.
Never once had it come up that Jack would be sorted into Octavinelle.
Yet, here they were.
Jack had guessed they might be put into Savanaclaw—just like their idol, Leona Kingscholar—, or even Scarabia.
Hell, they'd even be fine with Heartslabyul!
But Octavinelle?
Was the Dark Mirror laughing at them?
Jack heaved an inaudible sigh and settled into the bed of their predetermined dorm room. They were staring at the ceiling when their brand new phone (a congratulatory gift from their family) buzzed with notification. Picking it up, Jack was met with a familiar number.
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Beauty King🪞👑:
Hey, Jackie
Are you doing alright?
Wolfie!🐺🏃:
Hi, Vil
I'm okay.
Beauty King🪞👑:
You sure?
I mean...
You weren't exactly expecting to be put in Octavinelle
Wolfie!🐺🏃:
I know
But the Dark Mirror knows what's best, right?
Beauty King🪞👑:
Okay, but if anything happens..
You're always welcome in Pomefiore
And if anyone gives you trouble AND your housewarden doesn't help
You let me know.
Wolfie!🐺🏃:
I will
Thank you, Vil
Goodnight
Beauty King🪞👑:
Goodnight, Jack
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Jack sighed again, put their phone on charge, and pulled the covers over their head. The scent of ocean waves and seafoam, paired with the softness of the bed's mattress helped lull Jack into a dreamless sleep.
Tomorrow would be the first day of classes.
Tomorrow would be the first day of their mandatory work at the Mostro Lounge.
Tomorrow Jack would meet their housewarden and vice face to face.
Jack was nervous.
Jack Howl felt conflicted.