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"Are ya coming or what?" I called into our room as I slipped on my jacket.
I knew it was going to be colder tonight, despite the fact that the sun was out for most of the morning. Fall seemed to be early this year. I went back to the closet and dug out a scarf that my mother had packed for me, throwing it around my neck and slipping on my shoes. Still, there was no reply.
"Gosh darn it, what's taking so long?!" I hissed in annoyance, and stomped back into the room to see what he was doing.
I don't know what that guy was doing, but whatever it was, he immediately stopped and turned around to face me, hiding what looked like a screwdriver behind his back.
"Why on earth do you have a screwdriver?" I sighed, mentally facepalming. I sat down on the bed, seeing as he didn't even have his coat on when I arrived.
"O-Oh uh- Self defense!" He said, waving the screwdriver at my goshdarn face.
"Why do I have a feeling that you're trying to kill me?" I groaned.
"Huh- What makes you think that?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. I don't think he found that amusing.
"I was joking." I stated, standing back up to my feet. "Kay well, don't be waving that thing at everyone's faces. If the teachers catch you, you're done."
"Understood!" He said with a salute, shoving the screwdriver into the pocket of his coat and tugging it on. "By the way, when's dinner?"
"Depends." I answered. "The canteen can only have so many people, so usually we go down by floors and which side of the building we're on."
"Huuuuh?" He tilted his head in confusion.
"For example," I sighed, beckoning him to my side as I walked out of the room. "The first floor's east side has dinner around 6:00-6:30, and the west go down from 6:30-7:00. And so forth."
"Oh! So by the time all three floors have had dinner, it'd be bedtime!" He said, that lightbulb lighting up over his head.
"Yup." I nodded as I locked the door.
"You have got to be kidding me!"
I turned to my left, and saw our supposed room neighbor, walking towards his door with two plastic bags in his hands. Right then and there, all I wanted to do was grab that god damn screwdriver out of Artemis' pocket and stab myself. There, standing in front of us, was the one and only Jasper.
