Nymphedora Academy

Chapter 4

With the petals in my hand I make my way back to the dorms. When I enter I can see that Zatanna has not arrived yet. Part of me is thankful for that, so I do not have to deal with her obvious disliking of me.

I place the daisy remains on my bed and start to get ready for bed. As I do, my thoughts wander to the flower. When I think back to the last petal, I feel a small tingling in my stomach and I start to wonder why. The only conclusion I could come up with is... well... I like him. I do not know how or why but it just suddenly hit me right then and right there.

I hurriedly finish getting ready for the night. As I climb into bed I pick the petals up and place them next to my pillow. I gaze at them, the dim lighting making them a dim gray-white color.

The door swings open suddenly, and in walks Zatanna, her profile framed with a bright golden glow from the hallway lights, casting a long, tall shadow on the carpeted floor. The light reaches over to my bed and illuminating the daisy petals, turning them into bright yellow, shining slices of hardened honey.

Not surprisingly, as our eyes meet my roommate gives me a harsh glare before rummaging through her things to get her nightly routine stuff out. As she is getting ready I allowed sleep to take over me and I gradually drift off into a deep slumber.

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I sleep in late into the morning, waking up around ten or eleven. When I wake up from my pleasant dream I smile, seeing the petals and the golden sunlight leaking around the edges of the curtains. I sit up and stretch my arms. Peeking over the edge of the top bunk I see that Zatanna is still asleep.

I try to climb down the ladder as smoothly as I can so as not to shake the bed and wake her up. I thought she would be extra angry if I would wake her up from her sleep.

I change from my nightgown into a simple dress the same color as my eyes, and slip through the door. The only thing playing through my mind was his name and with each repeat, my stomach lept. I do not know exactly where I was going just as long as I am up and running.

My first instinct is to go get some breakfast.

Well, that is not really an instinct... my stomach made that clear.

I choose banana and acorn soup and sit at an empty table. The room is surprisingly empty. Either everyone is still sleeping or people get up really early to eat.

I have just finished my soup when someone pulls out a chair next to me.

Morgon!

It is not Morgon. It is Lyla.

"Oh, hi, Lyla." The tone of my voice comes out more disappointed than I intended but she does not seem to notice.

"Hi, Ora! Mind if I join you?" I nod and she sits down happily. She turns to me and flips her feathery, white hair. "So, have you seen your brother lately?"

I shake my head. "Why? Do you like him?"

Her pale skin flushes a light pink. "Well, he is really cute."

I snort. For some reason, I can never picture my short, skinny twin cute. She looks at me skeptically. "What?"

"Oh nothing. I have just never thought of him that way."

"Well of course you have not! He is your brother." We both stare at each other blankly. And then all of a sudden, we burst out in uproarious laughter.

We finally have to stop because I think my stomach is about to burst from laughing so hard. Lyla wipes tears from her eyes and we both continue in conversation until another person joins our table.