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DionKaitlyn’s Best Day
The start of a brand new year was always exciting. It was a time of new beginnings! It was a time of fresh starts! And for Katie?
It was a time of glorious, delicious revenge.
The tall, thin girl walked through the empty hall of one of the school buildings. She kept an eye out for others, but she didn’t expect to see anybody. Most of the faculty and student body were currently gathered outside of the dorm building, where that windbag Headmistress would undoubtedly be giving some generic welcoming speech. Then she would probably go on to introduce her pets: the bag o’ bones that runs the library and that freak of nature posing as a nurse.
Katie obviously wasn’t the biggest fan of the people running this little circus. They were on her list, of course, but not for today No...today belonged to a little uppity freak that was going to learn why people don’t fuck with Kaitlyn Gabrielle Griffin. The girl closed in on her destination, a lone door with a plate that read Supply Closet. Standing before it, the girl gave one last look to see if anybody was around. When she was convinced that she was alone, she tried the handle.
No dice. It was locked. She frowned. She figured it would be, but that didn’t make things any better. Really, it was just a pain in the ass. Not that it would stop her, though. See, the universe just didn’t understand sometimes: what Katie wanted, Katie got. If it wanted to try to stand in her ways, then she’d just shit on its rules and laws and be on her merry little way.
She got down onto her knees and bent forward, placing her head against the ground. The door didn’t go completely to the floor, and there was a small gap at the bottom. Not enough to wiggle through, of course, but enough that she could get a decent view of the other side. Or she could, if it wasn’t so dark in there. But not even that obstacle could stop her. See, she figured THIS might happen as well, so she came prepared.
The girl pulled out her cell phone and tapped on the flashlight app before returning to peer under the door. She pulled her phone down and voila! She could see enough in the room to spot an empty, open area. That’s all she needed. The girl concentrated, clenching her left hand into a tight fist. And then…
Well…
She shit upon the universe’s laws.
In a brief moment, what appeared to be a small hole ripped opened in empty air just above the floor of the supply closet. Katie felt a jerking sensation before finding herself falling. Just an inch or so, but…
She was in the closet. Smiling in triump, the girl got to her feet and patted off the dirt on her pants. That went about as well as she could have hoped. And now...the girl waved her phone around, cutting through the darkness. She was looking for something in particular...something like...like…
AH! There it was! The mop bucket. Katie couldn’t wait to see the look on the son of a bitch’s face later. But she was getting ahead of herself. She reached down and grabbed the wire handle of the yellow wheeled bucket before turning around and flipping the latch on the door. Sure, she could probably just teleport out and call it a day but...she didn’t want this to look too clean. Otherwise, if this little prank turned sour, it would point directly at her. The girl’s smile widened with her smugness. Sometimes she loved how clever she could be.
She turned the handle and pushed the door open ever so slightly, just enough to peer out to check the coast. First the left. All clear. Then the right. All cl-
“E-EEP!”
Katie’s eyes shot open wide and she took a step back. Before her was a translucent greenish...blob thing. It took her a moment to realize what it was, and in that time, Katie was sure her heart was going to explode, judging by how fast it was beating. But she eventually calmed down enough to see that the thing had a piece of paper for her. She took it and glanced at the words, and the spirit, now having completed it’s task, went back to whatever dark place it crawled out of. Her name was on the list, along with a few others that she didn’t recognize and a room location. Figures she’d end up rooming with a bunch of random fucking clowns. Maybe they’d be mutes. That’d be nice.
With that, she left the closet, closing the door behind her with her foot. Terrible places, those. Katie was just never a fan of closets in general. Too cramped. And really, who needs a room that small? Bah. Hopefully her dorm was one of those fancy, four bedrooms and a shared living space arrangements. Those were always nice. And damn it, she’d been at the school long enough to have earned one by now, right? RIGHT?
Bah. No use worrying about that for now. Instead, she had a life to make hell. And with that, the mischievous little bitch marched away merrily, bucket swinging to and fro, while thoughts of her soon-to-be-victim’s anguish swirled about her head.
God, how Katie loved the first day of the year!
After stashing the mop bucket in her super secret hiding spot (...okay, so it was on the roof of the dorm building. Sue her.) and retrieving her personal bag and guitar case from the same place, Katie decided she might as well check out her dorm. Her plan was progressing smoothly, but she couldn’t rush it. Oh no. It had to be perfect.
From the roof, Katie warped to a spot a short distance from the dorms and seamlessly merged with the flood of students eager to meet the people that would undoubtedly fuck them over many, many times during the course of the upcoming year. All of the pointless fucking chatter was driving her up the walls, but Katie maintained her easy-going grin and kept her cool. She’d cut them some slack for now...but if they kept up all this annoying enthusiasm, she’d have to start busting heads. She’d give ‘em a week. Usually the hype died down significantly after that. A school for the magical arts was still a school like any other at its core. It was the place where spirits would be broken and mindless conformality would be enforced. Because, y’know, if everybody’s a special little snowflake, then nobody’s special.
It didn’t take too long for the group to mostly dissolve as people found their homes for the year. Some were excited. Others less so. But either way, the unbearable mass of asshats became more and more tolerable until there was only a few remaining.
Katie arrived at the location dictated by the card just as a girl who looked to be about her age did. She probably wouldn’t have paid the other girl a second glance normally but...well...she didn’t seem to be leaving. One of the roommates, then? Katie raised an eyebrow and began silently judging the chick.
She was dressed rather...uniquely? Not exactly something that Katie would ever be caught dead in, but to be fair, these Europeans were all pretty fucking weird in one way or another. She also had rather striking red hair. Her name was now irrelevant.
“Yo, Red! They stick you here too?” the teleporter asked, nodding towards the doorway to what Katie would soon know to be Hell on Earth. “Oh. Yeah uh...the name’s Katie, by the way. she finished, faking a friendly smile and cheerful tone. Truth be told, Katie wouldn’t be too heartbroken if the girl fell down and broke her everything and had to live out of the infirmary for the year. It was nothing personal, really. Katie just wasn’t big on the whole shared space system. She needed her private time to recharge, otherwise she’d be punching asshats left, right, and center.
Basically, the farther away from the other inmates she could be, the better. She’d do her time and hope against hope to get a private room next year. She hadn’t ever seen a private room before, and had only heard about it in hushed whispers, really. It may have even been just a rumor, an urban legend of sorts, but Katie chose to believe.
Privacy was next to Godliness, after all.