⤱ —- @floweredfae & I plotted a thing...
Uma wasn’t thrilled. She hadn’t been for days. Not since she had been pulled aside and told about a plan of finding her a roommate because someone was concerned about her not making many friends here. It was laughable. And, honestly, Uma wanted to tell them straight that there were many things to be concerned about and this wasn’t one of them. Whatever she had said in protest fell on deaf ears. She was cursing herself for it as she packed up the few belongings she did have into a duffel. Why was she moving rooms? Wasn’t she being punished enough by getting a roommate to begin with? Why couldn’t they come to her?
But then she was walking down a familiar hallway, duffel in hand, toward a door she also knew well. The young sea-witch’s eyes widened in horror because no, they hadn’t gone there. Uma knew why the room was familiar. And as much as she enjoyed Allie’s company, and she got a feeling of satisfaction from helping the half-fae, this was a step too far.
The amount of cusses running through her head at that moment were endless.
Yes, she’d been here overnight before — a few nights in fact — but the thought of not being able to escape the happy aura of Allie made her begin to panic. There was definitely a thing of being too happy and sometimes Allie was the epitome of it.
She had stood in the hallway for at least ten minutes. A part of her wanting to just turn back to her old dorm, lock the door, and never leave. But she knew someone would come looking when she didn’t turn in for her classes, and this was the only option she had remaining.
Reluctantly, she knocked. A scoff on her lips because who knocked on their own dorm door? But here she was, doing just that.
Uma waited all of a second before she let her hand find the handle and pushed the door open, bringing herself and her duffel inside, eyes catching onto the bright aura of the room already. Great.
It wasn’t long before she spotted Allie, ❛ According to this, ❜ Uma pulled a slip of paper from her pocket, holding it in her hand like it was going to explode at a moments notice, ❛ I’m your new roommate... ❜
— And just like that there was no going back from it.
