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After filling out your information, you return to the red armchair across from Ms. Delilah’s desk. She tilts her head like a curious bird. “Everything alright, Mr. Peter? You seem quite nonplussed.”

You shake your head. “Perfectly… plussed.” Ms. Delilah smiles and nods. She takes a seat and reviews your information. “I just spoke with Headmaster Theodore to arrange your rooming.”

Headmaster Theodore? As in, Dr. Theodore? The man who sent that video to Ms. Delilah? You reach behind and scratch your neck, trying like all-hell to remain… you know, totally plussed.

“In a moment, your Resident Assistant will arrive to bring you to your dorm room,” Ms. Delilah says, tapping her red nails on the red desk. “She’s a lovely young lady. A great sense of style.”

Privately, you wonder if that means this girl wears red. That seems to get Ms. Delilah off. But instead of mocking her, you nod and say, “Do I need to get school supplies? Or like, textbooks?”

Ms. Delilah shakes her head. “Everything is provided. It waits for you in your new dorm room, as well as your roommate.” Suddenly you hear two knocks on the office door, and you turn around.