Seek Distraction with Amelia

A gnawing feeling tears at your gut now that you don't have much to think about. It's hard to keep your mind off of the last two days. All your hope, excitement, confusion, depression, fear, and desire color every memory even as they roil inside you in the present. The Headmaster's words rattle in your brain, and you almost allow yourself to hope that your affinity would make up for your lack of aptitude.

You sigh and run your hand through your disheveled hair. Finally, you decide that it might be nice to have a distraction with Amelia. Maybe she'd want to be your friend, or a little more. No matter what it'll be something different than this.

Resolved, you head off towards your dorm. As you walk, people seem to avoid you, ignore you, and sometimes stare. It takes you several minutes to find your way back, but once you realize that the stairs you took down shifted position you figure out where to go. It takes some effort to refrain from sitting on the stairs to watch the magic work like a magic-less loser, but you manage to shelve your curiosity and move on your way.

Once you enter the dorm, it isn't long before you see Amelia waving you down from the commons area. You approach and take a few moments to look her over in more detail, since you did not really get the chance to do so in class. She's only an inch or two shorter than you are but she has long, slender, wiry looking limbs that give her a runner's build. Though that build also means her chest is a bit smaller than most of the other girls you have taken an interest in so far, her breasts looking to be no more than low B cups. You think it fits her frame well though.

You can tell these details much more easily than you normally would have because she is currently dressed in a rumpled, thin looking red t-shirt and light blue, spandex shorts that hug her ample runners ass. A slight commingling of energies happening in the space between the two of you catches your attention, and you watch it with interest.

Unfortunately, staring at those probing energies in this dimension makes it look to Amelia like you're staring unabashedly at her chest. Noticing your roaming and now fixed gaze, Amelia smirks, a twinkle in her sharp blue eyes. She says, "I got gym class next. Figured I'd get ready early."

You are sure she momentarily posed for you to take the sight of her in but she soon returns to a more neutral stance as she turns around. She starts walking, indicating for you to follow her, though it takes you a moment to notice anything besides her swaying ass in front of your face and her literally crackling, darkening arousal. You do so and soon the two of you head down one of the hallways to the third room on the right. Amelia opens the door and steps inside before indicating for you to enter.

You look around to see if anyone is watching but the few other students around at the moment either do not see what is happening or do not seem to care. It is a co-ed dorm, after all, so maybe a guy walking into a woman's room is not that unusual to people. With the fuchsia sparks connecting the two of you, though, you're surprised no one even glances in your direction.

As you step inside, you briefly glance around, taking in the room. It's about the same size as yours, but quite a bit cleaner. The walls are a cool blue instead of the default white, and pictures are strung up on the walls near both beds, which are both pushed up against the back corner of the room with the heads of the beds touching. A handful of band and anime posters are hung up, and it looks like Amelia shares a messy desk with her roommate. Amelia sits down on the edge of her bed, waiting for you to close the door before speaking.

"So," she says, "You're probably wondering what's up, since we didn't even talk in class."

You nod and reply, "You could say that."

She runs her tongue over her lips absentmindedly, then says, "Well, you've kinda made an... interesting and varied impression with your first two classes. And I was wondering how you were holding up. You doing okay?"

Ah, maybe this is pity? It doesn't seem like it based on her energies, but you could be misreading the situation. You nod again and say, "Yeah, I'm doing alright, thanks for asking."

Amelia pouts, then says, "That's all well and good, but don't you also care how I'm doing?"

Eyes widening, you quickly say, "Oh, sorry! I definitely do! Um, how are-"

Giggling shakes you from what you were saying, and after a moment Amelia calms down and says, "Wow you took that seriously." She grins, then adds, "I kinda like it... And I am doing well. it's been a pretty normal first day for me, so don't worry about it. I know you haven't been quite as fortunate so far."

You sigh but smile afterwards, then say, "Well, thanks. I'm glad you're having a more normal start to your year at least."

"Thanks. Y'know, you're free to sit down whenever you want." Amelia pats a spot on the end of her bed right next to her, her eyes locked on yours.

You nod and sit down on the bed's edge as well, though you make sure to put a foot of space between the two of you. As much as you'd like to believe that Amelia is into you, it just seems much more likely that the feelings pouring off of her were a ruse to get you here to comfort you, so you don't want to overstep. Hell, her lustful energies could even just be in anticipation of something happening later, or be the result of an exceptionally horny person. It's not like it has to involve you.

Amelia watches your movements closely, and almost seems to look dissapointed for a second when you sit down. Her face quickly brightens as if she's just thought of something, and she says, "Oh! So, do have any idea what your affinities mean? Professor Aspecta seemed awfully curious about them."

With a groan, you respond, "God no, I have just about as much of an idea as you. I have noticed some oddities I guess, but this is my first time around other people who can see magic so it's hard to know much and I've mostly just been getting my bearings."

"Wait, you've never been around magicians before???" Amelia turns quickly on the bed, and it takes all of your willpower to look into her earnest eyes and not her parted legs.

Before you can answer the question, she trucks on and says, "So you grew up in the non-magical world, with just humans and stuff? Wow, that's so cool!"

You cock your head, then ask, "Wait, why?"

Amelia leans forward on the bed, excited. The motion has the unintended (you think) side effect of giving you a brief glimpse down her shirt at her cute chest. She says, "I've only ever been in magical communities. Most of the people here are the same so it's really cool to hear from someone who grew up somewhere different. I used to wish I wasn't..."

A brief sigh follows her trailing off. Amelia stares at a blank spot on the wall and says, "Sorry, it doesn't matter. It's just awesome that you're from somewhere different. But that seems like it would add to the stress of everything, so let me know if you want to know anything, or if anything seems odd or overwhelming. I'd love to help you out."

You pause for a moment, then say, "I really appreciate that Amelia, but can I ask why you're being so helpful?" She looks like she wants to jump in on that, so you quickly say, "I'm grateful for it, I just feel bad if you're wasting your time on me or anything. It seems like things are really centered around aptitude here, and I don't exactly have the brightest future."

In response to your small smile, Amelia tensely reaches out and places her hand gently on your shoulder. Warmth radiates from it, and you see her tugging gently at magic there. As you calm down a little, she says, "Aptitude isn't everything, no matter what people say. You seem like a really nice guy, with an interesting perspective, and I can relate to how you might be feeling in some ways. I just want to help you out if you want it. If you don’t you can tell me to fuck off, no questions asked."

At that she chuckles slightly, then she says, "So... I guess what I'm saying is that if you ever want to ask about magical or social shit that seems odd please feel free. Even if it turns out you just need someone to complain to or some petty shit like that now and again, I'll do it... if you'll let me."

You look Amelia over again, her expression so filled with earnestness and concern you cannot help but feel she's on the level. She seems really friendly to you, and that fact alone is enough to justify talking with her in your mind. Her unique brand of hotness certainly helps seal the deal for you as well.

"It is nice to know, if what you're saying is true, that I have someone on my side," you say, "So... I guess I have a new friend?"

The tension in Amelia's body seems to instantly drain away as she lets out a deep breath. "Thanks for believing me," she says.

"Well, no offense," you say, "but something about you seems a bit too... earnest and forward to really make something up like that as a lie."

"Hmm, forward, huh? That does sound like me." Amelia scoots closer on the bed, leans in, and says, "And earnest." She bites her lip, her eyes brightening as she reaches down and places her hand on your upper thigh. Your chest seizes up for a moment, and you only barely manage to stave off an instant erection when she squeezes her hand once. It feels like tantric magic, but with something extra and natural at the base of it.

While idly squeezing your leg, Amelia shoots you a sidewise glance and says, "So... anything you wanna get off that chest of yours?" At that, she pokes your chest lightly with her free hand, then leans back with a slight grin.

Blinking rapidly, you respond, "Not really. I mean, last night sucked, but other than that things have mostly been weird. I just... I really love all of this." After a wave around you, you continue, saying, "Magic, this school, it's everything that I wanted back when I was just a kid playing at understanding the energies in my backyard. I'm just afraid that it'll be ripped out from under me, that there's something so... wrong with me, that I won't be able to even stay here."

You glance at Amelia, and see her gazing back into your eyes. She gives your leg a tight squeeze, and you feel an intense pleasure and calm wash over you. She says, "There's nothing wrong with you, and the faculty must have made it clear that you're staying, right? I mean, you have the most unique affinity in, well, ever! And you skipped a year, so there's clearly something going on. I'd be willing to put fucking money on you having more magical ability than you think you do."

"But last night I-"

"Fuck last night!" Amelia squeezes your thigh harder and harder, seemingly unconsiously. "That shit doesn't matter! You have something... different. I can see it, the professors can see it, Aspecta CLEARLY saw it, so just don't worry about that shit! They clearly want you here, and you must have really impressed the Headmaster before you came. Only a handful of other students have ever skipped first year before."

Although you don't exactly feel better, you do feel a little more calm and slightly more hopeful. After a moment, you say, "Thank you Amelia, I hope you're right." You sigh, then ask, "So... how often is aptitude not a predictor of magical ability?"

"W-well, it's rare, but it's happened." Amelia rubs her chin, then says, "With your Magic affinity, pretty much anything could be possible though."

"Huh, I guess so."

Amelia pauses, and you sit in comfortable silence for a minute. Eventually, she scoots closer to you, hip to hip, and says, "So, you said I was forward..."

"Yeah, and?"

She says, "Well... there's some things I can do for you, to help you relax and feel good." After rubbing your thigh gently, you see her aura turn a deeper pink and feel magic swirling around her, and she adds, "Sexual things. Y'know, for fun and relaxation."