#nycom.start

“so let’s just say...” magenta adjusted her lopsided goggles on her head, “hypothetically of course... that i blew up a science lab... without using magic.” she hoped her appearance didn’t make it obvious that she had indeed blown up a science lab. “is there a good all-in-one spell for that or do you think i’m better off doing the spells separately?” science magenta could do. cleaning up messes, not so much.

“okay so here’s my question: if i bite someone and they die, i’m venomous. if i bite someone and i die, they’re poisonous. but if you’re already dead what happens if i bite you? do you come back to life?” 

Jack was going through the hallways of the dorm building focusing on the floor and any little spaces or holes. It had been 45 minutes since he’d last seen his  little white cat snake and with that much mischief in that tiny body who knew what type of mischief that ferret had gotten himself into. 

“Who says I can’t have a delicious, candlelit dinner by myself?”

“Yeah dude, of course! C’mon in.“ Parker waved for the 1,001st student to darken his doorstep this morning to follow him inside. He had woken with the sun, reached over to the water bottle drunk Parker had left for him last night and gulped it down. Unlike his undead roommate, the young Mr. Phillips couldn’t sleep in. In his three years at the school he had quite the reputation for concocting the campus’ most potent hangover potion. It could kick any drug or drink, magical or normie, out of your system within the hour. For 20 bucks and a visit to the strangely decorated dorm, you too could be feeling right as rain. But he had to start mixing now if he was to make enough to cover the damages of last nights event. He had been working so hard, he barely noticed the hours passing. By the time the cauldron was empty enough to close up shop, it was nearly 11am. “You’re lucky, this is the last one of the batch. Just a minute later and you might’ve missed it. I’ll drink mine with you,” He smiled and took two plastic cups from the jam packed cabinet. 

“Hey! Hey you! Pst, be my Valentine. I’m lonely and want chocolate. Oh, and maybe a crown. Hey, where are you going?” Tyler plopped down on an empty chair, its squeak loud against the linoleum as the random person he accosted wandered off. Okay, wasn’t so much random as it was his tutor. And less of his tutor and more like the really attractive TA. Who was basically one of his professors. Semantics, really. 

“so i went into starbucks like i do almost every day and bought my usual grande double chocolaty chip crème frappuccino with extra whip, extra drizzle, and six pumps of classic-” she paused to take a quick sip of her drink. “but today the person taking my order looked at me like i was crazy!”