Chapitre 2: Chapter 1: Samuel Slater's Solo Show
It was the beginning of the school year and that meant orientation. Orientation meant new faces, and uncomfortable robes. For the students of Centimori, it also meant the survival of their house as well. Centimori was different compared to the other dorm houses, it wasn't named for any of the Great 7, and it didn't even have its own realm. Rather, it was named by a wealthy financier who went by the name Gracey who attended Night Raven College in his youth. After hearing from the 'kind' headmage that the school had fallen on hard times, Headmage 'C' having gambled all the school's funds trying to beat the equally prestigious Royal Sword Academy, Master Gracey offered a large sum of madol on the condition that he may establish a dorm of his own. A large manor for students gifted in the occult arts to cultivate their magic in a state of the art facility. Well, it was supposed to until the Gracey family stopped giving madol due to dying out and Headmage 'C' promptly forgot about the dorm. It survived for the next few decades but, house placements were dwindling and their prospects for new students were not looking bright.
For Housewarden David Spectre, however, he had the most riding on this year. He and the other housewardens got in a bet regarding the survival of Centimori and boy would he love to wipe the floor with the smug face of Pomefiore's primadonna. Let's just say David wasn't all to keen on the idea of being the gofer for the others this year. As it was right now, the dorm was just him, his vicewarden, an annoying group of 5 other second years, a handful of third years, and ghosts. Many, many ghosts.
"Oh for the love of all things unholy, would you calm down?" Leo smacked him upside the head. "Your negative vibrations are interfering with my reading." He flipped over an upright devil. He sighed and shuffled his tarot deck again.
"Oh seven, an upright devil is never good-" David got smacked again.
"Why are you so stressed anyway, if we don't get any freshman, we get no freshman, no big deal."
"No big deal? NO BIG DEAL? Do you know what Gautier and Narcissus are gonna do if we don't!? I can just imagine the stupid tasks they're gonna make me do." David groaned and pulled his hood over his eyes.
"And? That's your fault for taking the bet. Even Constantine told you it was a bad idea."
"Yeah, and I hate you." The tall boy near Leo spoke up. David just groaned again, he hated when Constantine was right, which if you asked Constantine, was all the time.
"Thank you. Constantine." Leo gritted through his teeth. "It's no secret that Crowley has been purposely trying to get rid of the dorm so you really need to stop worrying." With that, Centimori's small group walked through the halls of NRC to the mirror room, Leo's words ringing through their heads.
Samuel Slater woke up to darkness in odd clothes. That's odd, the last thing he remembers is taking a hand... This must be what his older brother must've been talking about in his letters home. The thought made him giddy, not only did he get accepted into the Night Raven College, he gets to be at school with his older brother as well! He hopes to be placed in Scarabia, having been idolizing the Sorcerer of the Sands since he was a young boy, but he knew better than to jinx it. The door of his coffin swung open and his eyes adjusted to the sudden light. He stepped out in a state of awe at the grandiose room and sea of students in strange robes just like him.
"Welcome, new students, to your new home away from home for the next few years." A greasy-looking man announced from in front of a large mirror. "I... am the wonderful and kind, Headmage Crowley. No, no, no need to applaud." The room was awkwardly silent. Crowley cleared his throat and continued. "In just a few moments, you new freshman will step up to the mirror and place your hand on the glass like so, so you can be placed in your new dorms. Now chop chop, we don't have all day and there's a lot of you here."
It was times like this Samuel hated his name, no matter how the organization was he was always towards the end. The anticipation was killing him. Slowly but surely, his turn was approaching and he felt like he was going to explode from all of this anxious energy. Then, his name was finally called. Samuel took a deep breath and walked up to the magic mirror, silently praying to the seven above he gets placed in Scarabia.
"Centimori."
Huh? Samuel was stunned. Wasn't that his brother's dorm?
"OH FUCK YEAH, TAKE THAT GAUTIER."
Well... this will be an interesting year. Just him and... him. The only Centimori freshman.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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