Page 6 of The Holy Academy of Witches

Fridays Only‘Origins of Magic’ with Headmistress Camilla Alva

Dinner

Tutoring

Rolling back onto the heavenly bed I turned to the next page.

Rules

1. Stay within campus at all times. Signs through the woods and lakeside mark our boundary from Sancta Acadaemia Veneficus.No assistancewill be sent outside of the wards so proceed at your own risk.

2. No curfew will be enforced. However, all classes are mandatory.

Stay out at your own risk.

Finally a rule set made for 19 year olds. Maybe I didn’t need to pick the room closest to the door… Oh well, I’d probably end up stretching the rules a bit to see my twin anyway, but that was different. Speaking of, I pulled my phone off its charger. The battery only lasted a few hours and had died even faster in the cold carriage.

Theo:Hey sis, you get in okay? I passed, of course.

Sis?

Goddammit sis, if you got rejected just let me know.

Or did your phone die again? Just let mom buy you a new phone.

That’s it, if you don’t answer by lunchtime I’m coming over there consequences be damned.

Sage:Haha awww! I missed you too Turd! I got in fine, no need to go mother hen.

But no way they’re replacing my phone. They could buy you a new brain tho.

No missed messages from the folks, they were giving me the space I asked for. Damn them for being so… soo… nice. I hated that it was so difficult for me to stay angry with them, without feeling guilty at the same time, although I’m sure Theo would disagree. Luckily, I wouldn’t be at fault for holding Theo back any longer, as we had both been accepted and I’d beaten Theo’s deadline for storming this place by at least an hour so, go me.

Voices began leaking through the door, along with an assortment of sounds I couldn’t place. Room mates. Okay, time to pull off the band-aid and try to make some friends.

I strode out to see four room mates in the main room. There were two beautiful dark-skinned girls, talking on the grey couch, both wearing the same uniform Adeline had worn. The girl on the right was tall, lean, and had carefully twisted her long braids up in a large bun. Her uniform was paired with designer running shoes and she had a matte purple lip. The one on the left had much smaller features, delicate. Whether it was her morals or a sense of fashion I couldn’t say, but every inch of her was covered in silk embroidery that flashed in the light. A severe looking Barbie prattled into her phone by the window, a briefcase clenched tightly in hand made her uniform look like some kind of lawyer’s garb. And finally, in the kitchen was a curvy brunette, a slight smile on her red lips. She had rolled her black sleeves up to reveal tattooed forearms, as she stirred the contents of a large metal mixing bowl. They were all so at ease, it made me ache. These girls were new to me but they had to have been room mates for some time to have achieved this level of comfort in co-existing.

Feeling my bravery disappear, I tried to step back into my room. Stepping into the wall instead, I banged my head on what I had been sure was my doorway. All eyes looked at me. Two dark sets, two blue. I guess my own blue eyes broke the tie.

“Yeah, I suppose they did,” The tattooed cook smiled.

“Oh my God, can you read my mind?” I squeaked, terror at my own bad luck already sending me spiralling down into my pit of anxiety.

“No, new girl. We’re just not deaf.” Barbie drolled, having ended her call.

The delicate one stood up, her skirt swaying perfectly around her small legs, “I’m Melody,” she smiled, dancing over to me with her hand outstretched.

“Sage,” I gestured to myself before cringing and taking her small hand.

“This is Amelia, she makes the best pancakes.” Melody continued, introducing the tattooed one. “That’s Marsha,” she said. The tall girl on the couch nodded towards me, in greeting.

“And I’m Silva,” Barbie cut in, shooting a warning glance at Melody. They were probably a similar height if Barbie, or Silva rather, took off her four inch heels. Though with how stiff she looked, I wouldn’t be surprised if she slept in them.

“Nice to meet you all,” I smiled, doing a nervous wave before tucking both my hands in my pockets. I should have known better than to trust my hands to not do awkward things.

“Are you particularly against the uniform? Or just rules in general?” Silva cut in, her blue eyes flashing to a darker grey.

“I’m not…” I looked down at my sleep rumpled clothes, noticing my curls had descended into madness as well.

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