For the Wicked

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It was raining, for a change.

Summer seemed so far in that past as Aren looked at the rain drops falling lazily down her window pane. It was almost like she couldn't remember how it felt to have the sun blazing down on her back, a bead of sweat rolling down her face, or the true refreshment of an ice cold glass of water. But she was simply being dramatic. This day last week she'd spent her last day in the sunny Algarve sipping on a diet coke and dipping in and out of the pool. It was the first day back at Godfreys Institute of Learning, and she was already missing the feeling of having zero obligations and stress, a feeling which seemed to simply evaporate once you walked into Godfreys.

She leaned off of the wall, turning from the grey clouds and soggy fields that was her view, instead to glare at her suitcases. Not only did Aren hate packing, but she hated unpacking even more. The thought of lugging the tonnes of clothes she'd quite carelessly stuffed into her suitcase out was a nightmare to her, and the folding and putting away of said clothes was nothing less then some form of torture. She glanced around the room, eyes skimming over the drab and empty cream walls, the two dark wood desks and the mini fridge, before her eyes finally landed on the bed just opposite hers. It was bare, nothing but a sheet and two uncovered pillows laying atop. She looked back at her own, her messy and poor attempt at making the bed not going unnoticed.

Just as she was contemplating whether or not to just throw the case in a corner and forget about it for now, her roommate and best friend of four years came barreling through the door, past the countless amounts of other girls chatting and socializing in the corridor. Aren watched as Evelyn dropped her many bags in the doorway, taking in the room for a minute before stepping over the luggage with a sigh.

"I want to go home," She said, frown on her face as a blonde piece of hair fell over her deep brown eyes. She tucked it behind her ear and tightened the blue scrunchy on her head. "I want to go home and I haven't even been here an hour."

"Have I ever told you how much I love that positive attitude of yours?" Asked Aren, rolling her eyes as she embraced her friend in a tight but short hug. "I've been debating whether to unpack or eat."

Eves face scrunched up, forehead wrinkling as her eyebrows came together. "Is that even a question worth asking? Eat, obviously."

Aren laughed, expecting nothing less, and grabbed her keys, phone and purse before leading the way out. There was a small and expensive corner store ten minutes down the road that sold an assortment of chocolates and carbs, foods crucial to the survival of boarding school. As Aren and Eve made their way through the school, Aren couldn't help but notice all the awkward first years as they chatted about their favourite foods, youtubers and any hobbies that they did in an attempt to find common ground with each other. Aren had been like that when she first started, coming to Godfreys all by herself without a friend in the world. She knew how daunting it was, as did most who went there.

"You'll never believe what I saw on my way in here." Eve said once we'd left the school grounds, avoiding approaching cars and doting parents as we did. I gestured for her to go on. " I saw a boy. A boy! In Godfreys!"

I raised my eyebrows, head tilting slightly as I thought for a moment. "Hell must be freezing over." I murmured, earning a laugh from Eve. Godfreys had a very strict no boys policy, so strict that even brothers on the school grounds had the potential of being asked to leave, depending on the teacher that caught you. "Who do you think it was?"

"Honestly?" She asked, and I gave her a curious look. "I think it may have been one of those Abditive boys."

"Hardly,"

Eve shrugged. "The car they left in had the crest on the front of it, at least I think it was the crest."

"But what would they be doing here?"