𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 - 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

ᴛʜᴜʀsᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ 24ᴛʜ
ᴏғ ᴍᴀᴅʀᴇ 1219ᴀᴄ
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          EVIE WAS TIRED OF THIS PLACE ALREADY. The boy's dorms were vastly different than the girls'. Wooden, leather, dark. Much more elegant and to their style than pink puffs and flower embroidery. Evie immediately wanted to speak to the Fairy Godmother about unfair housing. Why should the boy's dorms actually look cool and theirs look like an eighty-three-year-old grandmother designed it? (She did in fact ask her this later, to which the Fairy Godmother stated that she actually designed it. Suffice it to say that Mal and Evie weren't getting an upgrade on their room any time soon.)

          Evie had slept through most of the day, having been up the entire night before filled with hunting parties and pretty boy's faces being rewritten. Mal woke up faster than she did, she always does, even out of the four of them. And then decided to find the guys.

          Evie and Mal made their way to the other side of the building with all the boys' dorms, they were surprised to find people still awake and about in the hallways and lobbies. And the guys that saw them were even more surprised, often making double takes to confirm there actually were girls in the same hallway as them. Back in the girls' dorm, there wasn't one girl spotted when they left. But it stood to reason that the boys get looked over whilst the girls get a hundred eyes on them to make sure they're behaving. Yep, Evie was already tired of this place.

          The girls entered, finding Jay standing on his hands in the corner right and Carlos playing darts.

          "Is he training already?" Mal asked the dyed blond boy.

          Carlos held his arm in the air, and shot at the dartboard, "He walked in, chose his bed." He picked up another dart to shoot, his voice was bored. "Took a nap. Woke up. Did a hundred sit-ups," He shot at the dartboard again. "then, a hundred push-ups," Another dart. "and now he's been in that position for three minutes." Another shot. "I suspect the blood rushing to his brain is preventing him from thinking about how he could pass out if he doesn't stop." Carlos finished monotonously which made Jay carefully lower himself down. Carlos hated whenever Jay did his workouts, he was no fun and wouldn't speak a word until he was done. The last time Carlos was in the same room as Jay when he was training he kept throwing rocks at him to see how long until he'd fall. Jay broke two of the boy's fingers afterward and Carlos never bothered him again. It was the funniest week of Evie's life. The girls looked back at the dartboard with no surprise to see all the thrown darts land in the red center.

          "Have you seen that green-haired kid in the outer lobby?" Evie crossed the room to walk toward Carlos. "He has two different colored eyes!" She squealed. "I never thought I'd live the day to find someone with heterochromia. Do you know how rare that is?"

          Carlos tilted his head, "Interesting, anything different beyond in the optic nerves? Do they see better or worse? Anything different from regular eyes that we don't know already?"

          "I read in that old Yen Sid's books that they were mainly ignored, some changed because of eye disease but that was before magic came into common documentation. Turns out, they don't just have worse or better sight, they actually have the Sight. They can see magic and auras in all sorts of different ways." She kept on going about her many theories as Carlos listened. "Imagine what else they're able to see." Evie got that look in her once more, the bright, excited, intense look that always made people uneasy. Because the thing about Evie was that she didn't know when to stop.

          Mal looked at Jay while the other two talked, "Do you think they just ignore us or completely forget we're in the room?"

          Jay shrugged, "Honestly, it could go both ways."