Chapter Three
Most students in Smuts have one room to themselves—or half a room, if they’re unlucky enough to be sharing with someone—but as a sub-warden, Damien gets both a bedroom and a living room. His living room has a couch, a desk, a bar fridge, and a bookcase with a bicycle leaning against it and a kettle and microwave on top. Quite bare, according to my tastes, but I tend to like—as my mother calls it—an ‘overcrowded’ room.
“Uh, just make yourself at home,” Damien says, gesturing to the couch. “I’ll get you a towel.”
“Thanks.” I notice a frame on his desk housing a picture of him and Charlotte. I turn my back on it and walk to the window. No city-facing view for Damien. He gets to see the inside quad of Smuts. Below me, a guy and girl sit on the grass chatting.
“Here you go,” D
