Chapter Three

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"Alright then. What do you want it to be near?"

"Maybe next door to your room? This place seems so sad and empty, it'd be creepy being all alone."

"Okay. Lets go back. I'll show you how to travel in the shadows later, it's fastest right now." I grabbed his hand and fell over backwards, disappearing into my element before falling out into my room. I opened to door and waited for Jack to exit before closing my laptop and saving my work. Then I went out into the corridor. "Left or right side?"

"Right."

I nodded. "What color door do you want?"

He thought for a moment, his hair falling into his eyes. It was quite adorable. "Ice blue," he said finally. "Like this." He tapped the door with his staff and glittering frost started coating the door.

"I think that can be arranged." Upon closer examination, his frost was a shiny dark silver color instead of white, but I decided not to point it out. It could make him freak out, just like when I had allowed him to keep his appearance during his changing. If he had noticed his hair turn dark gray and his eyes turn red, it would have been way harder for him. The marking was much easier, even if it hurt more. I placed my palm flat on the door, fingers splayed, and closed my eyes. The frost darkened under my hand, as shadows covered the door and I commanded them to turn it ice blue. They didn't really like bright colors, but I twisted them, bent them to my will, and they folded, turning it ice blue. I opened my eyes and leaned against the wall, my knees buckling slightly. "Lets get you moved in." I opened the door to reveal a room similar to mine, but with a regular full bed instead of a daybed, and everything was black and gray, and way more masculine. "Just tell me what you want it to look like, or you could visualize it and I could recreate it from your mind. It's up to you."

He went over and tapped a wall, instantly covering it with ice. "Just a lot of blue, white, snow and ice colors, maybe a little black and gray, that's about it. I could do the rest personally."

"Then let me explain a few things about the room. The dresser over there-" I pointed to a low dresser with a flat top, "-will fill with any, ahem, special clothing items you need. I don't really think I need to explain, it could get awkward. Also shoes are in the bottom of the closet on a rotating conveyor belt. Belts are hanging from a high rack in the closet. I think that's it, you get the gist of the closet from before. Oh, do you want a laptop or computer? I have the wireless router in my room for the wifi. Do you want a phone or tablet or anything? Just ask, the shadows can do anything you want. I'll teach you how to control them tomorrow morning. We go out at night to do out jobs and I sleep during the brightest hours of the day. Early morning and early evening is when I do all of my personal stuff, like draw, write, blog, read, whatever. I'll show you how to manipulate shadows or whatever it is you will now be able to do then. I'll be in my room if you need me!"

I blended into the shadows and leaned on the wall when I reemerged in my room. I told the shadows to make Jack's room exactly the way he wanted it, and to leave a gift basket full of chocolate and sweets, plus a box that would fill with whatever you wanted. Also another box, like one you would receive on Christmas, all wrapped up with a bow and everything, that had an iPad, iPhone, and MacBook Air. I know, a ton of Apple products, but these were all better versions of the ones in the regular market. They were so much better, and all of the apps still worked. They were several generations ahead of the one sold to the general population. Plus, I got them for free. I attached a note to each. The gift basket said I hope you are adjusting well, I feel like I work in a hotel XD That rhymed, the second one, the empty box (that came with instructions) had Actually read the instructions to use this, and the box of electronics had a small holiday card that said:

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