9: Are You Frigging Kidding Me?
1163 Words
The first thing I did as I walked into my room was to go and crash heavily on my bed, exhaustion reigning over every part of my body. Little Miss Not-so-right-in-the-head’s bags appeared small but, believe me, those evil little things weighed a million tons.
At first, I had encountered the problem of carrying all the luggage- I mean, how the hell did she expect me to carry three bags when I only have two hands?!
I also knew, without a doubt, that asking her for help with my bag was not a decision I could take; she might set it on ablaze just out of spite. Plus she was already about a mile in front of me by then anyway.
I finally decided to leave my luggage behind after all the assessing and counter-assessing, praying like hell it would still be there when I returned. As I lifted her bags, I almost had my shoulders dislocated; those things were way past heavy- by the way, what was it with women and heavy bags anyway? Just curious.
Anyway, knowing what I had gotten myself into and the consequence if I failed, I carried them after her- more like dragged actually- grunting and grumbling all the way.
The girl never said a word to me during all of my terrible ordeal; not that I wanted her to say anything to begin with. But I had expected someone like her to go on yapping about something all the way.
She finally told me to stop when the hallway split into two corridors, one leading to the male section and the other you can damn well guess. I heaved a sigh of relief and thanked the saints that I survived.
Placing the burdening bags on the floor, I moved to go back for my own bag when I realized that it was right behind me; she had somehow made it follow me. I wanted to thank her but she had already left too, levitating her bags behind her in a purple bubble.
I shook my head as I watched her go, deciding in that very moment that I did not want to have another run-in with that girl, which should be fairly easy since she was in year three.
Anyway, dragging myself with the remainder of my strength, I finally got to my room.
Opening the door, I had expected someone to come jumping at me but was surprised when I found out that I was going to be staying in the room alone. The kids in my area who went to boarding schools told me all about their hostels and dormitories and I had expected this school to be no different; magic or no magic. But for Firewalt to be able to achieve “No roomies”, they would have to have over a thousand rooms- talk about cool.
The room wasn’t all that big but to be honest, it definitely dwarfed my room back home. The walls were painted brown like the rest of the school. It was actually bare; save for a bed, a not-so-big wardrobe, and a reading table and chair- guess they wanted the occupant to fill it according to his own style.
It was also spotless- like literally, no speck of dust was anywhere- and I was willing to bet that magic was involved in cleaning up the room; it’d be kinda cruel to arm the cleaning staff with just a dustpan, mop and broom when they could just have been as easily armed with a spell, don’t you think?
Gathering up my strength, I went to the wardrobe and placed my lone cloak in it. Then, I returned to crashing on the bed and would have welcomed the sweet slumber that was coming at me with full force if not for the fact that I still needed to unpack.
Pushing myself off the bed with all my strength and a whole lot of willpower once more, I went to check out the bathroom, which also turned out to be quite lovely.
The space there was enough to accommodate twelve of me all at once. The walls were white; another “Decorate-It-Yourself” project, if I wasn’t wrong. It had a cool looking cistern, a shower and a kinda big bathtub with hot and cold alternate. One word, magical; but surprisingly in a non-magical “This is just an ordinary guy’s bathroom” way.
I returned to the room and opened my luggage only to find it empty- not funny.
At first, I thought I was hallucinating but after a splash of cold water and I was still seeing the same thing, I knew I was definitely in trouble.
“You have got to be kidding me!” I shouted as I spun around with no reasonable intention in mind. I thought that maybe this was another one of Miss not-so-right-in-the-head’s deluded tricks but then I realised that my luggage had been light ever since the first time I carried it.
I was about to start blowing my top off when the luggage suddenly disintegrated into green particles. Before I could say Jack Robinson, the particles began to glow and float all around; and that was when the magic appeared.
Anywhere the particles touched, things appeared. I didn’t know I was laughing until the sound reached my ears- Grandpa Blake’s a magic genius, I tell you- my things weren’t in the luggage, they were the luggage.
After the particles dissipated, I saw all my stuff. The floor was now covered in a brown rug made of furs as well as the bed. The wall was filled with my pictures from home and some of Grandpa Blake’s; I didn’t even know he took them. The wardrobe contained new clothes of my size and four extra green cloaks. I had a mirror of my exact height; to help with getting dressed, I presumed. The reading table contained different magic books I might need; too bad I was only staying in Firewalt for one year.
Knowing fully well that the surprise wasn’t over, I proceeded into the bathroom. The walls had become painted in ocean blue colour and everything I could need was present there; not much to add to that fact, trust me.
I would have loved to just cuddle under my fluffy sheets and take a nice long sleep but the bells ringing just then and the grumbling of my tummy reminded me that I had to eat. And so, I took a quick shower, changed to a nice black shirt and pants, grabbed my cloak and ran out of the room in the direction I hoped was the dining hall.
Firewalt may have started a little bumpy but I had a feeling it was smooth sailing then on out, or so I thought.
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