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——"What happened to "no more incidents"?" I asked Grim, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Can we just get some lunch already? I missed breakfast, and I'm about to collapse." Ace whined, leaning on top of me. "I can't believe this. Textbook bullies at an academy that's supposed to be famous for producing exceptional mages..." Deuce mumbled, gritting his teeth.
"Aw, get over it already. It's time to chow like the wind! *munch* *munch* This omelet is as fluffy as a cloud, and practically burstin' with cheese! *munch* *munch* So, I saw your guys' dorm, but what are the other ones like?" Grim asked, face filled with various foods and snacks.
"I'm sure you're familiar with the statues of the Great Seven? Night Raven College has a dorm themed after each one." Cater suddenly appeared, making you flinch. "Bwah! You're that guy from this morning!" Ace shrieked. "You tricked us into paintin' those dumb roses!" Grim pointed out angrily.
""Tricked" is such an ugly word. Do you think I wanted to spend MY morning painting roses? It's dorm policy! I was just following orders." Cater sighed, crossing his arms with a pout. "And grinning like a fiend all the while." Deuce scoffed.
"Now, now, Deucey. Outside of the dorm, I don't care what rules you follow. Here, I'm just a friendly mentor figure!" Cater said, waving off Deuce's words. "Please. Do NOT call me Deucey." Deuce frowned. "Ah ha ha. That's how Cater shows he cares." A boy with green hair and glasses walked up to our table.
"And who are you?" Ace asked, raising a brow in suspicion. "Ah, I should introduce myself. The name's Trey. Trey Clover. I'm a junior at Heartslabyul, like Cater here. And you must be Y/N, the new prefect from that dump of a- ah, I mean, the "rustic" dorm"." Just how much information about me is getting leaked? I'll have to keep things in more secrecy I suppose.
"I heard the whole story from Cater. Thanks for looking out for our boys yesterday." Trey thanked. I'll have to deal with Cater then, and trust, he will be dealt with. "I don't recall inviting you to sit with us..." Ace frowned.
"Hey now, we're all from the same dorm, right? Let's try to get along. Here, gimme your digits." Cater slid onto the space next to me, putting out his phone. "I don't have a smartphone." I stated simply. "For real? I've read about luddites like you, but never imagined I'd meet one in the wild! I know a place that sells the latest models cheap. How about you and I go on a phone-shopping date?" Cater offed with a flirtatious wink.
"Maybe, I'll see." This could be a good way to deal with Cater. "Cater. You're freaking out the freshmen. Maybe take it down a notch?" Trey lightly chuckled, smiling through grittier teeth. "Ha! Sorry! I can get a little extra sometimes. What were we talking about... The dorms, yeah? Ah, what fun to mentor new students! Go ahead, A-M-A." Cater waved his hand.
"Before you get into the other dorms, I wouldn't mind learning a bit more about ours. Like, what's the deal with all this "Queen of Hearts rule number whatever" junk?" Ace asked, leaning his head against his hand.
