Isabelle looked around the place, attempting to find the other group. She peeked at the windows and could spot the principal and the other students outside near a building. Isabelle hurriedly ran down the stairs, nearly tripping on her feet as she headed out the doors to catch up with the group. Nobody else noticed that she had left in the first place. Isabelle placed her hands on her knees, panting heavily, as she was short of breath. Benjamin turned around and arched an eyebrow.
“Hey, are you alright?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Isabelle replied, out of breath still.
“Are you sure? You sound out of—”
“Is there something you wanted to say?” Zelda interrupted without looking at them. “What could be more important than what I’m talking about?”
Benjamin and Isabelle straightened themselves and shook their heads.
“No, it’s nothing.”
“Alright then, any questions on the tour so far?”
“Nope.”
“Ok good.” Zelda clasped her hands together and giggled. She pointed at their next destination, a large building, one half with darker shades of blue, and the other side with lighter shades of purple. “This will be your dormitory for the time being. Please be sure to go inside your rooms before the midnight bell.”
Benjamin raised his hand. “Can we still use our magic?”
“Yes, but only small ones.”
“Alright.” Benjamin turned to Isabelle. “Now I know what we can do for—”
“Hold up.” Zelda held up her hand and interrupted him. “Under no circumstances are opposite genders allowed in the same dorm together.”
“That makes sense.” Bridget crossed her arms and nodded.
“Glenda can tell you more details later once she’s done with the paperwork,” Zelda added.
.-.-.-.
Later, when the tour finished, Bridget and Isabelle headed to their new rooms. Bridget skipped across the halls while Isabelle and Midoricha tried to keep up her pace.
Bridget talked about future plans, like helping each other with homework and practicing magic frequently. Isabelle lowered her head, her mind still wandering all over the place.
“Hey, Isabelle? Are you alright?” Bridget asked. “Were you listening to what I said?”
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“Oh, sorry about that,” Isabelle replied. “I’m fine, just, well...”
“It’s alright.” Midoricha piped up. “Technically, Demi-students of opposite genders can’t be here, but that doesn’t mean familiars can’t be in the dorm with you. So, I’m allowed to join you both.”
“Ah, I see.” Isabelle sheepishly chuckled. That wasn’t…
“Are you serious?” A voice muttered from the back.
Isabelle stopped walking and turned quickly, only to find the shadowy figure quickly duck out.
That’s strange. Did I just hear things or...?
“Isabelle, are you coming?” Bridget’s voice echoed through the hallway.
“Oh, yeah, I’m coming.”
Once they reached the hall and found their room, the trio opened the door to look inside. Inside, the area was mostly white and black, and two beds stood separately at the edge of the bedroom.
Isabelle went to unpack her belongings. Midoricha explored the place, while Bridget searched through her stuff until she pulled out her spell book. She flipped through the pages until she came across rules for spells to use in dorms, like changing décor.
As Bridget split the two bedrooms in half (not literally), Isabelle couldn’t help but notice the pages of her book from the corner of her eyes. While Bridget tried to imagine her ideal room, Isabelle took out the spell book Glenda gave her.
“Hey Isabelle, do you want me to change your side of the bedroom too?” Bridget offered, glancing at the side. “Or would you rather try to do it yourself?”
“Maybe later,” Isabelle told her. She laid down on her bed, rested her chin on the comforter blankets, and read through the book's pages. Let’s see what kind of spells we have here... She kicked her legs in the air as her finger stopped at a certain page, listing all the spells that weren’t allowed in the school grounds, period. Ah, here it is. Hmm. Necromancy, resurrection, love potions... Isabelle shook her head. Wow, this is a lot to handle. But who would use these types of magic, anyway?
.-.-.-.
Benjamin had a room all to himself and had decorated it to his liking. He not only made the walls orange and the tiles black, but also added a spider chandelier on the ceiling. He also made a purple bed, matching his cape, and added fog to give it a more terrifying and ambient vibe.
With the finishing touches of the bedroom, Benjamin stood there, his gaze fixed on his incredible accomplishment. He twirled his wand, chuckling to himself over his fantastic job.
“Pretty great job, if I do say so myself. I feel like, no, I know my magic’s gotten better since last semester.” He boasted. “And now that I’m back in the academy, I’ll have more opportunities to not only enhance my magic, but also get one step closer to becoming the greatest dark magician ever!” Benjamin exclaimed, pointing at the ceiling.
Silence embodied the room as he waited for a response, but to no avail. Benjamin scrunched up his nose, the silent treatment waning his patience.
“How long are you two going to sleep for? I need your input and comments here.” Benjamin complained, throwing his arms in the air. “You better not be giving me the silent treatment. You know I hate being ignored!” He took out his hat and glared at it with narrow eyes, only to turn pale upon finding it empty. “Huh?”
Benjamin placed his hat back on as he ran out of his room, exchanging glances in the hallway.
“Chi-Chi! Harry! Where are you?” He shut the door behind him and sprinted down the halls. He stumbled several times, but that didn’t deter or slow him down. Oh no, what am I going to do? Where could they have gone off to?