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As a result, they had decided that instead of two students in the spacious dormitory rooms there would be three and that Broody and Shady would have to make room for an extra bed—not a huge problem because of the spaciousness of their room which was roughly circular since it was located at the tower end of the Mars Building and twenty-seven feet in circumference—and also make space for an extra desk and accompanying chair and wardrobe.
The siblings protested of course, and begged Luca to switch from the room he shared with Prince Malloy in the Neptune Dormitory next door and join them, but the administration refused to consider the switch.
It was the afternoon of the same day, and Broody was changing his shirt after briefly sniffing his pits to make sure he was still fresh before donning his newest blue silk tunic with gold trim and theatrically voluminous sleeves. As soon as he had stripped off the plaid shirt he’d been wearing, Shady happened to glance up from the volume ofWitch Lore and Lost Incantations of Circeshe’d been reading to notice her brother’s naked back that was toward her.
Even from across the expanse of their room, she could see the odd pattern of bruises on either side of his back starting just below armpit level.
“Broody!” she exclaimed, slamming the cover to the book of incantations and jumping up. “Have you been fighting again?”
“No, dear sister, I have not!” he told her, turning with an amused smile. “Unless you happen to consider love a struggle— Why do you ask?”
With her pretty and usually silky smooth brow puckered in consternation, she walked across the stone flooring to get a closer look at the bruises on Broody’s back. She lifted an index finger to poke at them. There were quite a few.
“Well, brother, you have the oddest purplish marks on your back. I’ve never seen anything like it! Do you even knowhowyou got them? They look fresh! And they are shaped oddly, like horseshoe shaped!”
“Oh, yes, now I remember,” Broody said cheerfully. “You know Farina Hopper, right? She invited me to her room last night—actually, she used magic to get me there—she sprinkled Detour Dust in front of our doorway so that every time I arrived I would find myself back in the corridor heading towardherroom… She wasn’t expecting her roommates until today and she wanted to ride my?—”
Noticing that Shady had covered her ears with both her hands and was glaring at him, he said, “Well, we hooked up and the marks are my fault. She was wearing heels and I told her to keep them on when we were fucking! I swear the entire time she was digging her heels in my back I never felt a thing!”
Shady lowered her hands from her shell-like ears and sighed.
“That’s because all the blood drains from your brain to your dick!” she said derisively, shaking her head.
“Honestly, Broody, I thought you had better taste! Starting a new year at school out by fucking the Prep School human trolley— Literally everyone has had a ride on her-hence her nickname FarinabedHopper!”
“Oh the cruelty of schoolmates,” Broody replied, turning and shrugging on his new wardrobe choice. “Maybe she is just a generous girl providing a much needed public service for the student population. So that they feel less pent up and grouchy! I know a good hard fucking always cheers me up! Anyway, how do I look? The Orientation Dance starts in less than two hours. I want to check out the new students ripe for plucking?—”
He heard a noise at the doorway to their room, which was open to allow the perfect fall air to circulate through and rid their room of the vestiges of the joint they’d shared earlier.
Standing at the entrance to their room was the girl he’d seen earlier—the girl with wild hair the same color of his own, only with startlingly dark eyes that he recognized were not black but more a rare shade of indigo violet.
As Shady turned to see what had captured her brother’s attention, she also was startled at the sight of the stranger.
“I’m your new roommate!” the girl said, dropping one end of what appeared to be a very heavy trunk with leather straps and pushing her hair back from the sides of her face.
“My name is Antimony Crockett. My friends call me “Moni.” Are you the Watkins?”
“Yes, we are,” Shady responded quickly, hissing at Broody to finish dressing himself.
“I’m theclothedone,” she continued, and this happens to be my brother Broody. He likes to go shirtless a lot, occasionally pantless— You’ll get used to it I’m sure! And, by the way— Bold fashion choice, most of the witches prefer black for daytime!”
“Thanks,” the new girl said shortly,
“Where is the other one, the guy you were hanging out with on the steps to Admin? I have kind of a thing for gingers— He doesn’t DYE his hair, does he? And I love men with red beards!”
Moni paused to measure what effect her little impromptu speech was having. The tall, silver haired, stunningly builtgoliath was frowning, and she thought that was a good indication that her ruse had worked. She didn’t want him to know that she was the least bit interested in him.
As far as the auburn haired youth—well, it was true she loved redheads. It was her experience that they seemed to give the best head.
“You must be talking about Luca,” Shady said, stepping over to the newcomer. She was about to reach for the girl’s trunk—which looked extremely old and heavy as a Victorian Era steamer trunk—in order to help Moni drag it across the room, when suddenly it elevated into the air along with the rest of the girl’s luggage, and after floating languidly across the expanse of the shared room, planted itself neatly against the opposite wall. The rest of the luggage followed suit and all of them heard the metallic clinking sounds as the wardrobe unlatched itself and opened to reveal an organized interior that included a row of dresser drawers and what looked to be an impossibly deep double-wide closet space.
“Oh, I wish I had a trunk like yours!” Shady commented appreciatively. “All the school provides us with are those clonky wardrobes, and for all their size they aren’t big enough to hold all of our outfits!”
“I feel your pain,” Moni said in a pleasant voice as she rifled through the closet side of her wardrobe, grabbing a strategically torn pair of jeans and a white peasant type shirt with dramatically full bell sleeves. “I need to change, do you mind?”
Shady nodded toward the door to the room and it closed immediately. She wasn’t sure what to do next—should she and Broody turn their backs?—but the newcomer, Moni, stripped away her dress underneath, which she was wearing no underwear, letting it fall to the floor and standing there unselfconsciously naked for a few seconds before donning the pants and shirt she’d selected seconds before. There was notime to look away, and Shady thought that it was obvious that Moni had intended to give them both an eyeful. Her body was so fair it was almost glaringly white, as though she had some luminescence to her.
“Angel skin,” Broody found himself thinking. Having seen her skin, and her unbelievable voluptuous curves and naturally cinched in waist, he found the same thoughts returning that had come to him earlier that day.
