Sparrow was nestled in the crook of a window, her journal propped open. A rhythmic scratching on her quill was fluttering near her, combining with the sound of the crackling fire to create a symphony of homy sounds.
Her eyes strayed from the page, someone had come into the study. It was just an upperclassmen, Fae Lemmence, she was one of the smarter witches in her grade. She had heard of her endeavors in chess tournaments, and how she crushed all of her opponents one way or another. The younger student forced her eyes away from the girl and back onto the yellowed paper. It was only the third day of school, and she already felt like she was back in high school. The people here was just as catty, and had cliques of their own. Whoever said high school never ends knew everything, absolutely everything. Well, everything Sparrow didn't know. She had yet to make as many friends as she did last year, some had moved away or simply had no classes nor time for her. But the familiar perks of the school were comforting, the pets, the library stacked with rows and rows of musty books, and the long tangling hallways filled with stories. Her room was empty for now, she hadn't been assigned a roommate yet after a problem with the paperwork had a few students and their rooms messed up. Those who had the problem were told it was quite likely that they would be indeed receiving roommates soon enough, it was only a bit of time.
It wasn't like she minded have nobody to chat with when she woke up, and fell asleep. These were the more serious years of school, where you learned spells that could destroy mountains, and defend you from the evils of curses, and god knows what else. It was hard to focus on schoolwork when you were fooling around with friends, or so that is what she was convincing herself in order to keep from becoming too lonely. She tucked a lock of deep earthy brown hair behind her ear, as she began to write again.
She peered at Fae from the corner of her eye, watching her chat with some other upperclassmen. Her head turned back towards the window, now settling with watching it begin to drizzle. She sure wished there was a spell for making friends.
Maeve pulled her coat tighter around her, against the damp rain. She could never figure out why a wizarding college would allow such weather. Maybe it was to keep the students humble. As she moved across the quad, to the dorm, she struggled under the weight of her two suitcases. The rain made the handles slippery and made her struggles all the worse. She knew that her short auburn hair was plastered to her head, which was not the best look for a new student.
The buildings were old, stone and forbidding, with long covered walkways and gargoyles. She did not know how old they were, but she was guessing at least a couple of centuries. They certainly were serious buildings, which made you believe that serious work went on here. Her new dorm proved no exception, with stone lions greeting her at the front doorway.
She entered into a front hallway with oak floors, a sweeping staircase with a green runner and a desk. An upperclassman on duty checked her in, and told her how to get to her room. He was a serious face boy, with a double chin and spectacles. He did not offer his name or say good bye. It was an odd greeting to campus.
As she made her way up the spiral staircase, still lugging her belongings, she reflected upon why she was here. Her mother had been a witch, and a good one at that. She never knew her father, because he had left when she was only a baby. Still, her mother had done a great job loving her and supporting her. She had decided to study magic partially because of her mother. She wanted to be more like her and to make her proud. Part of it was for herself. She found the subject fascinating.
As she entered her dorm room, she passed some older girls talking. They ignored her. A girl sat at the window, with her back to Maeve, writing in a journal.
"Uh, hello?" said Maeve tentatively.
Heads turned, focusing on the girl for a moment. The two upperclassmen stared at her for only a moment, Fae waved shortly.
"Ello." the other girl said, her long black hair was folded into little braids, looping around her head. They turned back at each other .
But their attention to the newcomer was short, seeing the fact she was much younger and not at their level.
Sparrow sat up straight, hearing a new voice.
She shoved her journal away, slipping off the ledge. Her arms folded, her face struggling to look uninterested as well.
But her face betrayed her, and she stepped closer towards the girl with a bit of pep in her strut.
"hello." she said softly, smiling at her with a bit of curiosity. Her body was enrobed in the uniform, her long brown hair pain straight and laying all the way down to her back.
She pushed hair from her face, trying to get a better look at the newcomer. Her arms slipped down, and she folded her hands now casually.
The smells of parchment paper, fire crackling, and musty books mingled together in the room and lingered in the back of her nose. It was cozy, yet stoic and ancient. She blinked at her, realizing how upfront she was about greeting her. She sheepishly backed up, apologizing slightly. Her eyes looked away nervously, trying not to seem like and idiotic new student who was thirsty for friends.
Maeve started strangely at the brown haired girl. She looked so familiar, but she could not place her face yet. "Hello, I'm Maeve. I'm your roommate, I think." She set her suitcases down and pulled off her wet coat. "Is there some place which I could hang this?"
Her outfit underneath was a pair of jeans and an white jumper. She had not been assigned her school uniform yet, but knew she was to go pick up up straight away. As it was, she had missed Freshman orientation and the first day of classes. It had been because her mother had fallen ill and she had delayed coming, to take care of her. Now she was on the mend and Maeve had been able to make the trip to the university.
The girls in the hallway moved on, probably not at all interested in the goings on of two new underclassmen. Maeve didn't care very much. She wasn't here to make friends, but to study. Certainly she wouldn't mind a friend or two, but her best friends had always been her books.
As she stood still holding her wet coat, she looked around at the room and the roaring fire. "Wow, is it just me or does it feel like we're in a castle or something? I don't suppose that they have central heating?"
Sparrow blinked at her again, laughing.
"No, this building doesn't really need heating. I think there is some rusty, ancient wood burning stove deep in the corridors of the dungeon." She shook her head, placing a hand on her slim hip. She was a bit taller than the new girl in front of her, and much more..freckled. Her face looked like a piece of paper with thousands of dark little flecks of pepper. She was pale, and had catlike grey blue eyes that often looked somber.
"There is a coat rack, up in the corner near the painting. Be careful, she isn't quite fond of people bumping into her." she warned her. She had a Donegal accent, and her skin would also help to show where she was from.
"I uh,..I'm Sparrow." she realized she had yet to introduce herself. This was her new roommate, and they had already met. This was actually quite pleasant, and she couldn't think of a more pleasant way to meet someone she would be having to sleep with for the next year. She turned, walking towards the small table next to the sofa. She plucked the cup of tea up, taking a deep sip. She could taste the earl grey slip down her throat, making her sigh with satisfaction. The warm steam seeped into her skin, making her feel warm and shiver from the satisfaction.
"Did you just get here today?" she asked, her eyes moving towards Maeve. She set the deep blue mug back down, before rolling her stockings up properly. She had ripped her last pair when she ran down the hall fast enough to catch up with the trolley to buy a small bag of loose leaf tea. She had forgotten to write her parents for some, and had quite the addiction to it. It was why she always smelled of herbs and peppermint, and sometimes lavender. Her nails were coated in chipping orange nail polish, and her lips were coated in a glossy deep wine color that made her look even more ghostly. She rather enjoyed being pale, actually.