With his hands nervously playing at the end of his
shirt, Billy stood outside the dorm room assumed
to be America Chavez---or so he’d deduced after
almost half an hour of looking around. Thank the
heavens for locating spells. Now was the time to
top that she was awake. Locating spells couldn’t
tell him that much. He pulled out his phone from
his pocket, turning the display on to see midnight
had long passed. A heavy sigh blew from his lips
and he shoved it back in his pocket as he quietly
stepped closer to the door in order to knock on it
just hard enough for her to hear it if she had been
awake. Why did he think this was a good time to
talk? Perhaps no one knew.
The young mage waited for a moment before he
took it upon himself to press himself up against
the door, his ear held against it to see if he could
hear her snoring or not. Maybe she was listening
to music or something that she couldn’t hear the
knocking. He was scared that if he made a loud
sound, he’d be caught sneaking around his late.
He wasn’t sure if he’d get in trouble, but standing
outside a girl’s room like this might have been
enough of a reason to warrant questioning.
Not hearing any snoring or music in the room,
Billy sucked in a deep breath and reached for
the knob and gently began to push against it
with the hope that this had actually been her
room. The last thing he needed was to run
into the wrong person’s room and get yelled
at by them as well. His eyes snapped shut,
he only peeked once he was already a few
steps into the room. He had his old Wiccan
cloak over his shoulders though it wasn’t
the ‘HELLO I’M RIGHT HERE’ bright red
that it normally was---but glamoured to be
an inconspicuous black. He pulled down
the hood, hand brushing against the wall
to guide himself further into the room as
he pushed the door closed with a click.
