“Well, let’s go see this black place.”

“I’ve got to go, but Morrigan will take care of you,” Killian says walking out.

“where did he send you?”

“to find him, Sire thinks he might be back.”

“for real?”

“yeah, catch you later midget.”

I stare after Killian, wondering who the hell they were talking about.

Mor strides out of the building, hauling Blue with her. My baby already made friends and I have to jog to catch up since my 4ft 11 ass can’t keep up with her.

“Slow down would you?” I huffed, bending over with my hands on my knees, we weren’t even halfway yet and I felt like I had run a marathon.

“If I didn’t feel your subdued magic, I would seriously doubt the fact that you are one of us, you need to get fit.”

“I am fit, I just have to run too much to keep up with your mile-long legs,” I answer a little offended.

“I am a dancer you know, a fantastic one,” I add.

“No offence girl but I’ve seen you dance, but if you are up to it there’s dance offered here too.”

“Really? I really don’t have to learn about fighting and war,” I ask the question that’s been nagging at the back of my mind.

“Oh, you have to, but we offer additional courses like any normal college would, we have the best art programs around too.”

“Awesome!” I was beginning to look forward to the classes now.

We walk along a lot more slowly, thank fates as Mor points out various buildings though I’m stuck on the Colosseum.

Despite its name, it really just looks like the other buildings only that it houses the art department and is by far the largest building around, excluding the administration building of course.

We get to the dorms and Mor scans a card to let us through.

“Do I get one of those?”

“You already do, your student card also acts as your key and several other things so don’t lose it.”

The BlackHouse was everything I was expecting it to be and more, the exterior was from some black stone that looked like quartz though I might be mistaken, and the interior appeared warm while still pulling off the sophisticated look.

“This is the lobby, the hall is on your right and the lounge is on the left, there is an elevator, and next to it are the stairs if you are a fan.”

So not a fan, but then again I didn’t like enclosed spaces either, there was no winning in this damn place.

“what’s the difference between the hall and the lounge?”

“Well, the hall is like an upscale bar and theatre combined, anything applies there, from parties to ...well everything, the lounge, on the other hand, is like a chill spot like when you want to be alone but surrounded by other people, the internet is also off the charts in there.”

“well, this is a pretty progressive school, are the dorms all co-ed?”

“yeah, but only the Black House gets both the hall and the lounge, the rest get a weird combination of the two in one space” Mor replies with a cringe.

I live for privileged opportunities, though I doubt my social anxiety-ridden self would venture anywhere close to these two places, despite the tempting aesthetic, and of course liquor.