The Lycan's Little Witch

Chapter 4

Emily

As soon as Theo came back, I asked for chocolate. He looked at me like I was crazy; to be fair, I probably was. I decided to brush it off and asked about his registration.

He told me where his dorms were and his room number. Apparently, he was rooming with another guy in a four-bedroom dorm. The other two decided to attend the academy instead. There was an academy that led straight to the Hunters Association, but it didn't guarantee your entrance like the university. The first two years are for the general education courses, while the final two are all dedicated to the organization.

We hopped into the car and drove to the dorms. We could get a spot in the front of the dorm, so it was easier to move stuff in. The sign read, 'Meaford Hall'. Theo took a deep breath before getting out of the car. We started grabbing the suitcases since they would be easier to roll, and we could zap the heavy stuff in once we were inside. With an exciting look, Theo pranced to the top floor. The elevator was a bit crowded, but we made it. Theo took out his registration info to find the room number. The door we stopped at was 507.

Theo's hand was shaking. I placed mine on his shoulder. "You got this," I smiled.

Theo nodded, took another deep breath, and unlocked the door. We walked into the massive dorm room. The living room was in the center, and two rooms were placed on each side. The kitchen was on the left side, behind the dining table and chairs. It was a cute and basic setup. I closed the door behind us, and Theo ran to his room. The bed was against the wall, with the closet next to the bedroom door. A desk and chair were there too. Excited, Theo jumped on the bed. His body bounced as it settled from the impact.

"I can't believe it!" he beamed.

"Maybe we should get the rest of your stuff?" I suggested.

He nodded vigorously.

Theo snapped his fingers, and the rest of his stuff appeared in his dorm living room. Being the High Magus's son, it was only natural he would pick up a few tricks. The two of us began to clean and put everything away.

It took a long time, but we finished after at least four hours. Theo had a lot of stuff, but it was all necessary. Once we were done, we collapsed on the couch, exhausted. We had left early this morning, arrived at brunch hour, and finished packing at about dinner time. It was a good thing I packed a duffle bag.

"Why don't you shower while I get us some food?" he suggested.

"Thanks, I reak from all the sweat."

"Yeah, you do," he affirmed.

I punched him in the arm. "Jerk."

I got up from the couch and got some clothes from my bag. After a heated argument, I agreed to sleep in Theo's new room while he slept on the couch. I didn't mind, but since he was adamant...

I placed my clothes on the metal shelves in the bathroom and proceeded to remove my clothes. I poked my boob, and it jiggled. I had some cup size...I was a B cup. I always ensure it stays that size because I can wear sports bras to bed.

After ensuring the temperature was warm enough, I stepped under the shower. The warm water cascaded down my body as I lathered it with soap. My mind began to drift to all the events soon to come.

My trials, my coronation, my rejection, everything. Although my rejection was in the past, it will still haunt my future. Rejection is not easy, nor is it pleasant. It has scarred me, but I can't let it ruin my future. One day, I'll fall in love and be happy. I just need to wait.

After I got dressed, I walked out of the living/dining room. The dining table had fried chicken with French fries, salad, mashed potatoes, green beans, and biscuits. Theo had already started eating and had a plate set out for me. I thanked him and dived in. He told me to put it all in the dishwasher once I was finished.

He finished his meal before me and went to shower. I told him I'd sleep after eating because I was so exhausted. He agreed, saying that he was deadbeat tired.

I chuckled.

I heard the shower running as I put away my dishes and food. I go to brush my teeth just as the shower turns off.

"Goodnight!" I yell through the door.

"Night!" He yells back.

I make my way to the bedroom and curl up under the sheets. I don't do the whole underwear under pajama shirt thing. I prefer pants and a shirt.

I like dresses and skirts, but I wear a shirt and pants when I sleep. My thoughts suddenly return to that sweet sensation I felt in the registration parking lot. It felt nice.

I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.