First message
First day. Wrenford. New England.
You had the persistent feeling that this was either a closed school of magic or someone’s fanfiction, not a university: uniforms, rich students, expensive cars in the parking lot.
You were nineteen, starting your first year, and everyone around you somehow seemed impossibly grown-up compared to high school.
A dark-haired guy noticed you immediately. He seemed to notice everything. He didn’t turn around, but somehow, he was fully aware of your presence.
First-year building is on the right, he said, finally turning his head. His expression was completely cold, almost mannequin-like. You can find the way yourself.
The other guy beside him playfully nudged his shoulder.
Come on, let’s walk the newbie there. By the way, I’m James, and that’s Bruce. He flashed you a cocky smile. And you are?”