String of Fate

Chapter Forty Eight

I was nervous. I was starting a new school year in a new school. Luckily, I was with my twin brother, Mark. It took us a few minutes to get our room information from the reception of the main building then headed up to our rooms, leaving our parents as quickly as possible. The rooms were pretty easy to find – opposite each other on the top floor of the Yaxley dorm.

When I got to my room, I noticed that my roommate wasn't there yet. Her bed wasn't even made yet. Mark was talking to someone outside while I dumped my stuff on my bed and then Mark helped me finish off emptying my stuff. Then I helped him to put all his stuff in his room. I headed back into my room, hearing Mark come in behind me. I started emptying a box onto the shelves above the bed. "Let me get that for you."

I turned to see Mark lift a cardboard box out of a girl's hands and place it on the other bed. He held out a hand to her and she smiled at him. Looked like he was working his stupid charm on her as well as every other girl he met. "Hi, I'm Mark. I'm your roommate's brother. She's Mary."

"I can introduce myself." I interrupted before she could say anything. I placed the Assassin's Creed figure on the shelf and hopped off my bed, holding my hand out to her. "I'm Mary. This bumbling idiot is my brother, Mark. We're twins. I would say that you wouldn't have to put up with him much, but his rooms across the hall, so, we're stuck with him all year."

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Imogen." She replied, a little surprised at us. I guess it was normal that people were a bit surprised by us as we always made jokes and things. Everyone took a little while to get used to us. "Mark, thanks for helping with the box. How come the two of you got transferred here? I would have remembered two twins from last year."

"Dad moved because of work and we came here because none of the schools around where we moved to were within an hour driving distance." Mark explained, starting one of the long winded stories that he liked to write. He would never get to the point. Thankfully, the rest of the story was interrupted by a knock on our bedroom door. A guy was poking his head around the door, seeming to be looking for someone. "Hey, Fitz."

"Hey, Mark. Hi, Imogen. You must be Mary, it's nice to meet you. I was wondering where my roommate went." The guy said, stepping into the room. His black hair flopped into his eyes and he used a hand to push it back out again before offering his hand to shake it. I gave him a smile and shook his hand.

"He's not here." Mark answered, folding his arms over his chest and smirking at Fitz.

"Oh, really now?" Fitz questioned. "Well, you look an awful lot like him. I thought you said you were a twin, not a triplet."

"Regardless, I've decided that I'm going to stay here with the girls." Mark replied, pulling my arm and Imogen's so we were squished against him. Imogen looked a little confused for a moment but I could see that Mark's roommate was about to laugh.

"Well, you're sleeping on the floor then." Imogen told him, making Mark's roommate laugh. She moved away from Mark and started unpacking her belongings, piling clothes onto the bed before starting to move them to the hangers in the cupboard. Mark noticed something that she was unpacking and immediately struck up a conversation with her.

"So, I must say that you look nothing like Mark." My brother's roommate spoke to me. So, he was going to try to have a conversation with me. This was kind of new. People who knew Mark never really bothered with me.

"I can't tell if that's a compliment or not." I admitted, smiling at him and making him have a little chuckle. "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name?"

"Fitzwilliam Darcy." He explained. I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, as in the Fitzwilliam Darcy from that famous Jane Austen novel. I am not that man, though. He's fictional and last time I checked, time travel wasn't possible. My father had the surname and my mother is a fan of the book."