House Wyvern

Pushing your way through the doors, you find their common room is even more lively than that of House Phoenix. The scene is one of absolute chaos, with students running through halls, bounding the stairs, and even over the furniture. On one couch, two residents are even pawing at each other while locking lips, completely oblivious to their surroundings. You carefully step over one wyvern boy who appears to be taking a nap on the floor.

As you approach the notice board, eager to pin the flyer and go, a rather tall red-haired girl backs into you. A set of comfy-looking pajama pants cover her lanky legs and, despite her modest chest, the matching button-up top strains against her chest, barely being held closed by only two fastened buttons.

"I'm sorry." She giggles, turning to face you. "Oh, it's you." The happy expression she wore just moments ago shifts into one of intrigue.

"Uh, yeah... I'm only here to post this flyer about the fall dance. I'll be out of your hair in just a minute." You respond, not completely sure what to say.

Her brown eyes take in the sight of you, traveling up and down your body. "No need to be so quick." She says while playing with her red curls that hang past her shoulders. "It's not every day we get such a nice House Phoenix visitor."

"Can't you see he has work to do, Hannah?" A familiar voice calls out.

Both you and the red-haired girl look down the hall to see Keira coming your way. Aside from a uniform shirt, a couple of sizes too big for her petite frame like a large nightshirt that hangs to her mid-thighs, she doesn't appear to be wearing anything else.

"That's no excuse to not be polite." Hannah rolls her eyes.

"Besides, he's with me." Keira tells the spindly girl, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Oh yeah, what about Liam?" Hannah asks, placing her hands on her hips defiantly.

"A girl doesn't have to be tied down to just one guy. I would have thought you of all people would know that." Keira laughs.

"Whatever." Hannah rolls her eyes once more before leaving the two of you to head upstairs.

"You're welcome." Keira looks at you, her arm still draped over your shoulders.

"Maybe I wanted to ask her to the dance." You joke showing her the flyers in your hand.

"Trust me." Keira raises her eyebrows to accentuate her point. "That girl is nothing but trouble. Your better off asking anyone else."

"Thanks for the warning." You say. "So, does no one get dressed around here?"

"What kind of orgy would it be if everyone is dressed?" Keira looks at you puzzled.

"Oh, I didn't..." You struggle to respond.

"I'm kidding. You phoenix boys can be so uptight." Keira laughs, removing her arm from around you to take one of the flyers. "What, you guys never have a casual day?"

"Hard to be casually uptight." You joke.

"What?! The 16th?" Keira pouts. "Liam is going home that weekend."

"Oh. I'm sure you can still go." You try to assure her.

"Yeah, but we had such a good time last year." Keira's mouth widens in a mischievous grin, reflecting on past memories, before turning her attention back to you. "So, unless another cute boy wants to ask me, I guess it will just be me and Parisa."

"Might be hard to find an extra one of those around here." You tease the flirty brunette.

"I think I might know one or two." Keira smiles at you before turning to pin the flyer to the house's notice board. "So, you just came by to drop this off, or are you here to see someone?

"Ophelia, our House Senior, sent me to put those up around the school. Although, I was kind of hoping to run into someone." You smirk at the pretty wyvern girl.

"I see, you're into the older women." Keira says with an exaggerated frown. "Well, I suppose I'll let you get back to it then." She then steps closer to wrap her arms around you in a hug, her soft breasts pressing into your chest, and you can tell she isn't wearing a bra. "But you should stop by more often, we enjoy seeing you."

With that, Keira turns to leave down the hallway she came from, treating you to a nice view of her perky bottom draped in the white dress shirt.