Snippet #2591653

September 1st, 1847: Keely Anasova
Dorms. Finally. No more being unexpectedly almost outed to the entire school, no more people-of-indeterminate gender running into me, no more people at all, it looks like. I drag my trunk (which is no longer levitating behind me) into the room I was assigned and flop down onto the bed. The smell of magic, way more chocolate than "citrus mint", pervades the dorms. Its always a bit stronger around the Cappelle and Minerette dorms, because those students are far more likely to be trying (and failing) to create new spells. I shut and lock the door, and then check the room for other entrances before taking off my hat and checking the damage on my hair.
"Ughhh," I groan. "Whyyyyyyyyy..." It's still flicking from neon blue (annoyed) to platinum (terrified) to brick red (confused). I rewind the hair into a bun and put the hat back on my head more carefully, before actually changing into the uniform. I would honestly prefer to wear what I wear at home, but that would defeat the entire purpose of hiding my hair. Elven clothing is so much more comfortable though. After digging through the trunk which has been enchanted to hold a lot more stuff than physics should allow, I finally surface with the mandatory watch and my pins: diplomacy, language, and potions for majors and spells and history for minors, which I stab into the overskirt. Also my leg, which makes me wince a little and be thankful that the overskirt is black. After unlocking the door again (technically, I tried to open the door without unlocking it but that is unimportant), I walked into the common room. Still no people. Well, some people have friends. Shut up. The cat, one of my earlier experiments in sentience, looked at me innocently.
"Hi!" I turned around quickly to the blonde girl that is cheerily waving at me. "It's always nice to have another magical creature around. What dorm are you in?" I start to jump back a bit, and almost unconsciously push my hat down.
"What are you talking about?" I say this in a flat voice, devoid of most emotion. "I think you've got the wrong idea."
"No I don't. I can tell." She smiles again. "Don't worry, it's pretty well hidden. I don't know why you want to though, you have lovely hair." I carefully keep the emotion out of my voice and face, but this girl is making it hard.
"I really don't know what you're talking about." I say tersely, and walk out of the dorm. I can feel her smile drop, and she starts glaring at me. Whatever.