Devil's Boarding school

Chapter 5. Birds of a feather.

Turning the key, there was a sudden flurry of, what sounded like, feathers behind the door. Opening the door, Em looked in to see more of the usual brown and red tones, from a brown velvet sofa in front of a wall-mounted flatscreen to thick red curtains, drawn at the end of the room. Though the walls were still bright and rimmed with marble, so that it felt open. There was a kitchionette on the right of the door with a bar table, barstools backed to the door. There were two doors on the walls between the sofa and the kitchionette, one on each wall. In the center of the room however, was a brilliant white feather the size of which Em had never seen.

She walked up to it, picked it up and examined it. It was very fine, large and quite sturdy for any usual bird's feather. She then heard the door on the right open, revealing a young man, dark unkempt hair and bright blue eyes frozen wide. He seemed shocked to see Em. Almost as shocked as Em felt to see him. For he only wore loose pajama bottoms that he had just hastily put on over his boxers, and was of an incredible build likened only to greek statues. He had a purple tint to the rim of his eyes, and a layer of stubble at his chin, as though he had been awake for several nights straight. Em's attention kept returning to his muscles, causing her to blush and look away. 

For a long moment, he stood there looking at her with surprise, until he finally said, "I thought you were... somebody else." He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Are you.." He faltered, "Lost?"

Em jangled the keys in her hand, "Actually I think I'm your new roommate." She said, still unable to meet his gaze, looking anywhere else.

He was unable to speak, though he seemed about to several times before retreating into his room. Em was left a little confused, and stood still for a moment longer. She looked at the room opposite a moment, then called "I'll just take a look around then!" before putting down the feather and her keys on the coffee table and admiring the television area, glad to see some sort of modern electrical device, and with it the prospect of internet connection. She then stepped closer to the room opposite, and was about to open the closed door before the young man reappeared, grey tshirt in hand.

"What are you doing here then?" a tone of mistrust in his voice.

Em turned to face him and was startled to see him now stood in the center of the room, great white wings held behind him. They were pristine and seemed to have a great weight, they easily increased his height by two feet, though he already seemed to be 6"5'. She inhaled sharply and took a quick step back, slightly afraid now. As she backed away he came closer as if to catch her if she fainted, still more surprised at her reaction.

"What's wrong with you?" he said, clearly wary but also a touch concerned.

"What's wrong with you?" she exclaimed, her eyes fixated on his massive wingspan.

"Nothing. Tell me what you're doing here." He said, more annoyed now at her insinuation.

He picked up the white feather, then looked back to her, clearly expecting an answer. "My Uncle is taking me in, and he says that this is where I will be staying. That's all I know." she said defensively.

He shuffled his wings, which startled Em and caused her to jump again. This brought a small smile to the Man's face, "Do my wings actually scare you?" he said with slightly inferred pity.

She blushed, "Just.." she faltered, "New to me. Are you also an Angel then?"

His wings ruffled a little, as though part of his confused reaction, "Yes?" he looked at her more inquisitively now. When Em's eyes did not leave his wings, he ruffled them again, and suddenly they seemed to dissapate into nothing. 

"They're gone!" she exclaimed.

"They're always there." He chuckled, putting on his grey tshirt, "Just withdrawn for now, makes it easier to move around inside I think you'll find. So you're an Angel too?" he said, sitting down on the sofa now, "shouldn't you know all this already." he said more as an annoyed thought than a question.