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Outside of the dormitory building, Jess stops. “Here’s where we live. We call it the Nest.” She points one finger upward. You look up and find a stone falcon carved above the grand archway.

Bird. Nest. Right, seems clear enough. Jess crosses her arms and leans against the stone exterior. “So that’s the brief tour. You’ll figure out the rest on your own. Any questions?”

Well, not about the campus. How do you ask about stumbling across a video of, at least what seems to be, the Headmaster “milking” one of the professors. He wanted at least six ounces.

“Uh,” you say, rubbing your neck. “Dr. Theodore is the Headmaster?” That’s the most elusive way you can go about this. Jess nods and says, “Yeah. Goofy guy. Teaches Shakespeare, too.”

She waves for you to follow her indoors. “Seniors live on the bottom floor. As you know, I’m your RA, but don’t worry. I just do it for the paycheck.” She leads you down a long carpeted hallway.

“Just don’t be obvious,” she says, shrugging. “Weed. Sex. Parties. Just don’t make a riot or we’ll both get in trouble.” Then Jess pauses at a door. “Oh, looks like you’ll be rooming with Nate.”