He walked up to the building, shivering and annoyed by the circumstances that brought him here. So what if he liked to use his magic? It's what he is and a gift he was born with. Why should anyone tell him how and when he should show off his talents. It's not like anyone was even hurt. Just a desk or five were charred. Still, he knew chances like this were few and far between. Joining a school program in the middle of a semester was almost unheard of. Thankfully, his parents had friends in high places.
Still, as he walked in, he charred the snow off his shoulder with a small and measured flame. Just hot enough to melt fast and something he'd practiced thousands of times over, even if practice was the last thing he'd call it. He reached into his pocket for the slip that had his room number. Crinkled as it may have been, it was legible enough. Room 413.
He walked up the elevator suitcase in hand and stepped inside once the doors opened. The shake of the old shaft put fear into his heart for a moment, but he found himself settled once it finally stopped preluding to a loud ding. Walking down the corridor he looked at each door, reading the numbers. 407...409...411..413.
He dug the key from his pocket and put it into the slot and turned the knob, to find a woman in front of him. In half surprise and disbelief only a single sentence could leave his lips.
"So....I guess I'm your new roommate."
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