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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Dorm Room
[color=8a9a5b]Grimore:[/color] 
[color=8a9a5b]Skills:[/color] N/A
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Cal knew as well as Barty did, that no amount of strings would allow for him to mess with the rooming assignments. It was all magically enchanted and sheer luck, or so they all say. He smirked at the notion however, like a cat playing with a mouse that was already caught between its paws. He wasn't fond of how Cal removed his arm however, though he supposed they were even now as he'd done the same just moments ago back when this…Cassie, had decided on how to grab her key. She was staring, and he couldn't quite tell if he liked it or not. Normally he'd live for the attention, but only after he knew it was for better not for worse. Witch hunts would do that to you, and plenty of witches have sold others out for less. [Color=8a9a5b]”I'd love to join your little tour – after I aid Nicky in our endeavors. Wouldn't due to have us behind on the first day.”[/color] 

Barty waved the group away with a smile, and as soon as their backs had turned, he dropped it. [Color=8a9a5b]”Always work first fun later, but I guess there isn't any other way to it huh?”[/color] Barty whined as he followed behind his brother and went into their own room. Finley had already beaten them to it, and his own brother snatched up a bed leaving Barty with the final one. Not that it mattered to him. [Color=8a9a5b]”Now if only that same Covenmate could find a brain as well. The way she gawked at me you'd think she'd never seen two guys together. Not to mention her magic… poor Cal is going to have his hands full it seems, as will you my brother. But first –”[/color] 

Barty began to decorate his room. Vertical wooden panels of wainscotting lining the lower half of his walls as the top half took on a dark green paint. The floor had several rugs overlapping one another, and the bed was plush with covers and pillows, as oil paintings decorated the wall in antique frames. It looked, homey. 

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The girl with an intense stare and vibrant hair had asked him a question, but no sooner had she asked than everyone had begun to devolve into their own pockets of conversation, all excited for the Mystery ahead even with Sariel as their guide. He hadn't gotten the chance to answer her, Finley he thought he'd heard her say, but the conversation quickly shifted to preferred mediums, and then to the topic of rooms. Franklin silent answered to himself, the answers to every question asked. [i]Yes I do know the halls almost as well as she does, I too prefer things that are natural though not alive, typically corpses when I can, but I make do with wood and metal just fine. Ditto on not being much of a talker, I'm so observant I may as well be invisible at times, though Connie always seems to find a way to shine a light on me. And I suppose I'll see who I'm with this year, hopefully someone that can leave me alone.[/i] 

Rohan was the first to leave, then Finley, then Annika, leaving Franklin and Igor behind as he swung his arms lightly before picking his leather bag back up and sighing. “Well Igor, time to unpack our room. Think we'll get someone interesting this year?” He asked his small rodent friend as he began to make his way over to where Laveau Hall was. He held his key tight in one hand, watching and waiting for a door to react and shift for him as he wished it. Upon reaching his door, it shifted, looking like a dark castle door with iron hinges, he placed his key within and stepped inside. He was greeted by several things all at once. A screeching manchild hopping on a bed, one of his Coven mates in a moody purple room, and a slight slip as he stepped onto his invitation. 

Franklin looked towards Igor as he lifted his shoe, the rat scurrying down to grab the letter while Frankie made his way to the last remaining bed. The second he stepped one foot onto his own section, the room began to shift. Dark wood floors covering his side, as the walls around the bed appeared to close in as bookshelves manifested and filled to the brim on either side of the head or foot of the bed. Leather bound books on the shelves with a few loose papers stacked above them. The desk changed its shape into a drawing table, and his bed got several blankets and plush pillows that seemed to be decades old like a childhood pillow. Franklin placed his bag on the bed to one side as he flopped onto his back on the bed, an arm stretched out and off the side where his legs hung off. Dark iron chains came down from the ceiling, some holding a pair of candle holders with cream coloured candles that flickered to life. Franklin felt as Igor pressed the invitation into his hand, and he lifted it up to read.

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