That exam tomorrow is going to be brutal. Do you want to meet in my room?
Me:
Where’s your room?
I didn’t think she lived in a dorm room on campus. I assumed she lived with her parents.
Sophia:
Same building you’re in but on the second floor. Room 222. The door is unlocked because I’ve been living at home the last couple of weeks.
Sophia:
See you soon!
Why has she been living at home the last few weeks? Why doesn’t she just live at home always? I assume the headmaster has his own quarters on campus. And who just leaves their dorm room unlocked?
This is weird.
I quickly change out of my uniform and slip on a pair of dark-green sweatpants with the Wickham crest on the left front hip and a matching hoodie. It’s thick and warm, and I’m about to leave the room without a word when Priya stops me.
“Where did you get that?”
I turn to face Priya and Abigail. They’re both watching me with curiosity sparking their already bright gazes. “Where did I get what?”
“The matching sweats.” Priya waves a hand toward me. “They’re really nice.”
Oh. I didn’t expect her to compliment my outfit.
“My parents got them for me. I guess they were part of theuniform package.” I glance down at myself before returning my gaze to Priya’s. I can feel Abigail studying me. Even spot the faintly disgusted curl to her upper lip. I wonder if being such a raging bitch is tiring, or if it gives her energy, like a succubus draining her victims.
“They’re nice.” Priya laughs, glancing over at Abigail. “We never got anything like that offered to us as part ofouruniform package.”
“Well, that was a few years ago,” Abigail reminds her. “Maybe this is what they give the newbies now.”
If they’re trying to remind me of my lack of social status on this campus, they’re doing a great job, I think to myself as I storm out of the room. The door slams on their laughter, cutting off all sound. I practically run down the hall, skipping down the steps as fast as possible.
I want out of here. I’m in desperate need of some peace and quiet, and listening to those two rattle on in French was only giving me a headache.
