Crowley took another drink at the bar. His 5th one. A few more people entered, the sign saying 'No Supernaturals allowed' swinging as they entered. Crowley looked around the British pub, chuckling. School would begin tomorrow. Hooray. The Principal was rather bored in summer. The students, whether he'd admit or not, made things interesting.
Especially some that he had recruited, like that demigod who could warp reality. He'd certainly be someone to watch. "Thanks for the drink." he told the barman, who gave a nod to Crowley. The barman was a generally anti-magic type, but made exceptions for human magicians.
Crowley went back to the school, entering one of the many basements in the school. He made the gesture of twisting a doorknob, and then a door-shaped portal appeared in the air.
Crowley walked inside, raised a hand, and murmured some words in an old language. Snarls and roars were heard everywhere in the blank black dimension, but Crowley ignored them and headed back into the school.
He walked around murmuring more protective enchantments, keeping the school safe from mundane and supernatural invaders. Those with bad intentions would have some trouble entering. He didn't want another disaster with the Metatron, did he?
The mage breathed in the air. "Well, let's see what tomorrow has to hold." he said.
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Samuel hestiantly entered the school the next day, his robotic arm making him appear to be an old one out. The shy boy glanced around. It was quite a large school, even larger than it had been eighteen years ago. He let a stream of juniors past him, and then looked at his schedule.
Sam looked around for his dorm. Dorm 35, according to the slip of paper he had. The boy started heading there. He used his key and walked into the room, not fully sure if his roommate would be there yet.
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Damn that Crowley.
Don't you worry, my dear, those protective enchantments are adept at keeping us out, but it's inevitable that we'll get in soon enough.
Yes, yes, but we'll have to wait longer! the first voice whined.
Don't you fret. The event will occur even if it takes a while longer.
I suppose you are right.
The masters will win, ultimately. The Lords and Ladies will succeed with their plan, and us, their loyal servants, will rule along with them.
Are you sure our friend can be relied on?
Why not? It has a personal grudge against the members of this school, and our goals are mutual. It would be downright suicidal for it to betray us anyway.
Best to be paranoid. If the centuries don't make you paranoid, you're dead.
Well said.
