15 Aurora
When Joel’s car parked opposite Crawford University’s wrought-iron gates, I sat in the car for a few minutes staring at the gates that were open to welcome the throngs of students visiting the campus on this beautiful Saturday to complete their Crawford University yearly registrations in-person.
Inside the gate was the sprawling campus of Crawford University, which was a sight to behold, with its magnificent gothic architecture towering over the bustling students below. The brick buildings, adorned with intricate carvings, as well as the sculptures of human or werewolf figures that littered the campus, exuded an air of elegance, magic, and mystery.
Although I had been thrilled to look at the school from inside the car, getting out of the car into the throng of bustling stude
