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[color=5b8a9a]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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Nicholas watched his coven quietly, warily. A potential threat in a room full of strangers had him on edge, the urge to vanish into the night barely kept at bay. He would prefer a moment away from the prying eyes to unwind and get his head back on his shoulders, but the show must go on and he had a full production planned. He watched with interest as Cal accepted the easy affection, a brief heat building in his veins, but he already had plans for that too. His favorite room in Haven already cleaned and organized and blocked out, he fully planned his dorm and Cal’s cold in their absence and they could send Cal back with all the right marks, a pretty little guide on how to make the shifter [i]melt[/i]. Nicholas smirked at the idea. 

He could only imagine how scandalized this naive little thing would be. 

[color=5b8a9a]“Come along, brother. I have no patience for time and we have invitations to be released. Delila is likely finished batching out our welcome favors and it won’t keep forever.”[/color] Nicholas gave his twin a look over, just to settle the concern nipping at the back of his head like a poorly trained dog begging for treats, and ignored anyone else as he made his way to the dorms. It was bothersome changing rooms when it was known they would be students here longer, but at least he could enjoy this year’s company more than other years. The amount of times he found himself sleeping in Haven was irritatingly frequent and while he enjoyed it for its distractions, it was not a place he would care to relax on any given afternoon. [color=5b8a9a]“We’ll have our fun this evening after we finish with the rabble.”[/color] 

Nicholas fished out his key, delicately slid it into the door and unlocked it, and more of the tension in his chest seeped away as he caught sight of a welcomed pair-Finley and Dysphoria-laying claim to their space. [color=5b8a9a]“Fortune must have found herself a new target this evening, for all of us to occupy the same room. Tis a most welcomed sight.”[/color] Nicholas offered in lieu of a greeting to their roommates, crossing the room to take the center bed and going through the normal motions of setting things up. Dark wood claimed the walls, some small shelving appearing above both bed and desk. Heavy blankets, quilts and comforters and duvets piled high, appeared beneath a pile of pillows. Nicholas could make due with less, but he cared greatly for his warmth and his comfort and he would not find himself caught unaware because of a lack of sleep. Had it been someone other than Finley here, perhaps he’d suffer discomfort for safety but with his brother and friend near… 

[color=F739D7]“Darling, aren’t we lucky.”[/color] Dysphoria purred at the door opening. Dysphoria had reached out and was fiddling with the blankets their Dewdrop had crocheted, petting it as their head turned to the twins coming in. [color=F739D7] “The nasty metal changed and now two tasty meals stumbled into our den. Fortune indeed.”[/color] 

[color=5b8a9a] “Alas, we have some business first. We’re inviting all our… peers to the Haven for a few drinks and some idle chat away from the prying eyes of the Professors, including yourselves. I’d care to take their measure before they take ours.”[/color] Nicholas gently placed a worn out briefcase on the bed and opened it, revealing carefully packed pipes in a variety of materials. He began to place them on one of the shelves. [color=5b8a9a]“Would you two be interested in a more private event afterwards? One of the things in my coven found eyes for Cal and I thought it fun to send him back to it with instructions. Not quite my original plan, but…”[/color] Nicholas shrugged.