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I wasn’t sure what shades corresponded to that, seeing as the only color I’ve seen cape-wise was black, but we’d find out soon enough.
Our first classes will be tomorrow.
I’d yet to reach out to my parents to tell them of my official acceptance. Even though we were both given the opportunity, Blair and I agreed to do it tonight before curfew.
Yes, there was a curfew at the strike of midnight unless you had special privileges.
That was an intriguing fact, especially when most dark spells have to be done during the witch hours of early morning, especially on a full or new moon.
Entering the main living space, I take in the various amenities.
“I honestly didn’t expect them to have all of this stuff,” Blair admits as she points to the massive 85-inch television that was framed with gold and hoisted directly on the stone wall just over the fireplace. “It really makes it look like a painting versus a television.”
“I wouldn’t have thought it was anything but a work of art if it wasn’t for the PS5,” I admit and point to the gaming console. “All I can think of is Mario Cart.”
Blair giggles. “Ah. The times when we could be children and pretend like we weren’t destined for bigger things,” she hums. “I claim Princess Peach,” she proudly states.
“Yup. We’ll get along just fine,” I confirm.
“Yoshi?”
“A must,” I vow and put my hand over my chest like I’m taking an oath.
Blair is laughing again. “I’ve never laughed this much in my entire existence,” she confesses. “I feel I’m going to enjoy every moment with you, Ophelia. You really are down to earth.”
“It surprises the majority of people,” I confess with a shrug. “I don’t like being my true self to everyone, though. We know not everyone here wants well for us.”
“Like that group of students at the front desk giving us the side-eye for being first?” Blair brings up as she walks over to the fridge. Opening it up, she whistles at the fully stocked fridge. “Damn. Even have the latest energy drinks… Oh, wow. Is that alcohol?”
I’m intrigued now as I walk over to our big double-decker fridge to view the various drink options before the very well-stocked array of fresh fruits and vegetables.
“At least our appetite is important to them,” I admit. “And those students looked envious as fuck. Made no sense to me, though. They’re already students here. Why be mad at someone who just got here and did well?”
“From what Amy was saying earlier, maybe your initial rank upon entry is a big deal,” she confesses as she grabs an apple and walks over to the sink to wash it. I end up taking an orange and begin to peel it until the skin is off and tossed into the compost machine.
“It seems predominately important in the beginning,” I admit. “Wands I’ve seen so far are black, gold, silver, and bronze. The capes I’ve seen are only black. Haven’t seen any emblems with the N.M.U.”
“Me, neither,” Blair confirms and takes a bite of her apple. “I feel like acquiring our wand, cape, and emblem may be another journey in itself.”
“Wouldn’t think of anything less from N.M.U.,” I comment and pop an orange piece into my mouth. Moving it to the side, I mutter, “Gonna tell your parents tonight?”
“Have no choice,” she sighs. “I know it’s going to be a long conversation, so I’d rather do it tonight or even now. I could use a nap, though. I’m a bit drained.”
“Go take a nap first,” I encourage her. “If your parents make you feel sour, then we can go blow off some steam exploring campus before curfew.”
“Sounds adventurous.” She beams at my suggestion, looking much more relieved than the layer of dread that was nestled on her expression seconds early. “You’ll do the same?”
“I won’t nap, but probably call my parents at the same time as you. I’m sure it won’t be long. They’re ‘no phone’ people. Even with us using spells to contact them through a mirror, they’d rather have the conversation be nice and crisp.”
Get to the point so they can get on with their lives. I’m sure with Odessa, they would make all the time in the world for her.
“Meaning they want you to get to the point and don’t care about your wellbeing unless you’re dead,” she summarizes.
“Exactly.”
“Which is why I hope my dad picks up and not my mom,” she concludes. “I’m glad we’re roommates, though. I think this school year would give us enough anxiety. Wouldn’t want to deal with not getting along with my roommate as well.”
“That would suck big time,” I agree. “As long as you don’t poison me, we’re on good terms.”
