The Tower of Sorrow

Day 1: The Worst Meeting ((Part 6/10))

"Oh, what am I going to do...?" (I did it AGAIN...). "It'll be REALLY bad if the door runs off somewhere...! I've gotta do something! Alright, um, the spell to change it back to normal..." I scramble through the grimoire, but I was too shocked to find anything. (What am I going to do?! I've got to hurry...!). Right then, a figure emerged from a window on the second floor of the building and floated down to the ground. The figure's cloak spread out, wind flowing through it. "What...?" (Who's he...?). He had beautiful blonde hair like silk, and intense purple eyes like amethysts...all complimenting his pleasing countenance and striking posture. (Wow...). The man readied his wand, took a dire expression, and opened his mouth. "I command thee to return to thine true form! Supasaman Mundi!" As he was casting a spell, its power emanated from the end of his wand. The light gathered in an instant and formed a brightly gleaming arrow. His movements were fluid. The arrow of light, as if pulled by an invisible string, shot towards the door. It hit dead center and the door began to shine. It turned into an arrow of light itself, and, as if tracing the same path of the arrow before it, flew back past the man...and neatly into the front of the dormitory, where it grew dim and returned to being a door once again. "That...that was amazing!" (That was awesome! He made it so easy!) "..." The young man finished watching the door's return and lowered his wand before turning to face me. "What are you doing here?" "Oh, uh, I was just..." He crosses his arms. "Didn't you know this was the boys' dorm?" "Huh?! The BOYS' dorm?!"