Lilia's Tale

Chapter 61: New Life

I started thinking about what life with a room-mate would be like. I was used to living with another girl, having had a wife. However, I was expecting significant differences between living with an adult woman that you're married to, and a younger girl who barely knows you at first and happens to be albino.

I was a little worried as to whether everything would be alright, considering I expected a vast enough difference for the situation to be equivalent to me taking care of a teenage girl.

"Is the room to your liking?" he asked while I was lost in thoughts.

"Ah, hum... I guess? It looks just like a student room, although quite a lot larger."

"You'll be in here for seven years, so hopefully you'll get to like it."

"Let us hope. Seven years in a place you don't like is painful."

The atmosphere suddenly became quite tense. I noticed Father's expression was one of worry, while the dorm head's was primarily confusion and discomfort.

"Well, I don't see why I won't like the place, so it'll be fine," I added, hoping to fix the atmosphere.

"Yeah, it's really a nice room. Moving on, I forgot to show you the bathroom."

He opened the door towards what I had assumed to be the toilet, and revealed a toilet, another of those magical sinks, and another door to the left. He opened that one as well and showed a bathroom, complete with a bathtub, a mirror and a protected area for clothes. There also was a basket, likely for dirty clothes.

"This is the bathroom. Put your dirty clothes in the basket here, they will be collected every day and washed within the day. They will be put back in the basket by the time you're done with school."

'That's some fast cleaning' I thought to myself as we left the bathroom back into the hallway.

"I'll let you two get your luggage sorted, I'll go notify the cooks that they have one more mouth to feed from now on."

He left us alone in the room. Father seemed fine, putting the luggage on the floor and opening them. Figuring we should do as told, I opened the closet to think of how to organize the place. I noticed it had two doors, likely to accommodate two people to live in the same room.

Inside was a wardrobe with five hangers above two drawers, and three different layers above. I could reach the first one, although I struggled to barely reach the second one, let alone the third one. They weren't particularly high, but it was still too high for me. I quickly checked around for anything I could use as a flying board, but couldn't find anything. There also were no carpet or alike.

"Remind me to ask for a small piece of carpet or something along those lines," I told Father from the entrance corridor.

"What for? I don't think they'd allow you to decorate the room too much."

"To use as a board so I can fly on it, since the top-most layers are too high for me."

"Isn't there anything so you can get on top and reach?"

"I don't see anything in the closet directly... Anything on your side?"

"Let me see."

I looked over and noticed Father was bent close to the closet's side, next to the desks. As he got up, he had a stepladder in his hands.

"Wouldn't that work?"

"Yeah, it would. I hope I'll reach the highest row when I'll need it."

"You'll see as you're putting things where they belong."