#north dorm

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The spirit that lives in the north dorms has been extra active lately. Fear not if you find some trinket or Nick nack missing it should return in a few days. If you speak to the room politely about needing it then it may return after only a few hours. But be polite!! It doesn't mean to be a nuisance and if you're rude it may take something more important next time. Be kind to it and it will leave you gifts or help you find forgotten things.

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Broke my leg climbing the North Tower because some enterprising romantic fae decided to reenact Rapunzul and I'm too curious for my own good. Send help?

Entirely understandable temptation, and entirely understandable conclusion! Someone should be along shortly.

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5’9 girl of Jamaican descent. Phlebotomy major, loves cryptography, languages, art, AE~STHETICS ,and music, is interested in computer programming. Lives for mysteries and space, and both sides of my family have a history of *strange* unexplainable events happening to certain members. What are my odds on elsewhere? Did I even get in?

Sometimes self-care is spendingthe entirety of your senior spring semester dedicating every free moment to thecareful charting of the non-Euclidean hallways of North Dorm, your home for thelast two years – just you and some good music and a large piece of paper foldedinto something like an origami chrysanthemum, which you’ve found is the mosteffective way to chart the labyrinthine fuckery of the hallways. You finish itthree weeks before graduation, and leave it to the RAs, along with a readingguide. You may be prouder of the finished map than you are of your thesis, allthings considered.

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@ the Wren in room 403 in the Towers; you need to stop this. -- the Wren in room 413 in North Dorm.

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A Guardian of the grounds

Faustus had tried his hand at the Forbidden Major. It hadn’t worked, he now needed another way to stay at the university. He couldn’t well break his deal with the Wyrm, who’d promised protection in exchange for a guard eternal. It was May, the scales were already bordering his face, his eyes a piercing silver. They glinted sharply in the dim light of the office. A man walked in, shuffling papers. He took his seat on the opposite side of the table. The man was dressed plainly, a grey suit. He looked up from his papers.

“You must be Faustus… didn’t you do the For-” he said, noting the scales and eyes.

“It did not work. It did. Not work. At all.” Faustus said, an expression that said ‘do not ask. I beg you’. The man decided not to ask. “Anyhoo, I hear that you solve problems” Faustus said. He’d gotten pragmatic with his words in his time at the university. The fewer words he used the lesser the chance of being tricked by the gentry.

“What would be the nature of your problem? Please do note that there is only so much I can do for-”

“A position in the university.” He said sharply. There was acid in his voice, he’d clearly gotten used to getting what he wanted from people. The man looked taken aback.

“Do not assume that tone with me young man,” The man said, tenting his fingers. There was an implication of punishment in his tone. “I may be a channel of communications between the gentry and the humans here, but do not take me lightly”.

“All I require. is a position at the university. It doesn’t even have to be in teaching, I’m happy with something like library work, all I need is to stay at the university in the non-summer months,” the boy said.

“You made a deal with the Wyrm. My masters aren’t that creature’s biggest fans, as you well know.”

“And mine isn’t your master’s biggest fan either,” He countered. The man in the suit leaned back in his chair, sighing.

“Would you be satisfied as a guard to the students who roam after dark?” he asked.

“Hell, I’ll even watch over the paths during the day” the boy said, leaning forward, absentmindedly scratching away some more of the skin on his arm. The scales would cover it soon.

“no deal, we already have people who watch the paths in the day” The man in the suit said. The boy’s expression sharpened.

“I assure you. they don’t have my protections” The boy said, grinning to reveal already sharpening teeth.

“Very well then. a provisional role, watching over the roaming students during the months of winter, autumn and spring. Now, the matter of housing-” the man in the suit started.

“Actually, I have a suggestion for that” The boy piped up.

“And what would that be?” The man asked.

“the second floor of the whitehall dorm” The boy said.

“No deal. That dorm’s already full, not to mention exclusively for students.” The man in the suit said. “However, in accordance with your proposed position, I can offer you a permanent spot in the North Dorm.” The boy flashed a strangely shiny grin.

“That will work wonderfully” He said as his eyes glinted silver. He stood suddenly, were there more scales on his face?

So now he roams, day and night. He’d since made a deal with the eldest in the library, none knew its conditions other than he and it, and always seemed to appear when students got curious about Anna Monday, forcing them to stay away, be they changeling or human or fae. But heed this warning, reader. He cannot always save you. He is but one person. if you can find him he will sometimes act as personal protection, in exchange for a small token, and always for just one night. And never in the summer months. The Fae cannot stand his presence. He can escort you only as far as the entrances to the courts, but no further. Very few members of the Gentry could stand his presence, even to that point. Only those without courts, like the Foxy Lady, The Shining Many, Jimothy and Cat-eyes could stand him. One could apparently see his transformed nature in his place when wearing a set of her glasses. The crows still like him, and after a while of protecting the students he has hoarded favours from a large part of the human population of the university and a few of the gentry, much like his master hoarding books. Rumours have flown on nights after full moons that he’s been seen running about with a large wolf, definitely not Mrs Fenrir.

 So be warned when roaming the school grounds in the summer, reader. For in the summer he will not be around to save you. And do not try to approach the Wyrm during those months. You will be faced with a truly ferocious guardian. And remember. Do not approach Anna Monday. If you can find him you can get him to call in a favour for you, should you have promised something like kissing Anna Monday, he can get one of the Gentry to call off the deal if he has a favour hoarded with them. A final snippet of advice. Should you live in the North Dorm, do not at any point enter his room if you hear rustling and growling from his door. Simply place the usual offerings before his door at night. He will repay you if you make sure to tell him of what you did.

P.S, for the record, this is where Faustus’ tale ends, as a protector of students roaming the grounds.

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North Dorm: Actions have consequences

   Skittles thought they were clever. Skittles thought they were smart. Skittles thought they could beat one of the Others a Its own game. Skittles was wrong. Skittles messed up big time and now, It was after them.

They ran hard and fast through the woods. Their lungs burned. Their bare left foot hurt. They were unsure when they lost their shoe but they didn’t dare look back.

   It made a loud cacophony. Their weary brain tried to make sense of the sound. The closest they could come up with was a sonic boom crossed with fingernails on a chalk board as performed by Ben Stine. Regardless of what it actually sounded like the effect on Skittles was immediate. They started to run faster and that’s when a tree root appeared out of nowhere.

   The resulting somersault resulted in Skittles face buried in mud (when had it started raining?) and the rest of their limbs at uncomfortable angles. They looked up, afraid of what they’d see.

There It was, standing perfectly still. It stared at them. Skittles wondered why it wasn’t attacking, then they noticed the tree. They started laughing. They were safe. They where home.

   “Why do you laugh, little one? Do you think you are safe? I will take you. I do not fear the Svartálfaheimr.“ There was a crack of thunder accompanied by a blinding flash as It attempted to step forward.

   "Fear? No,I should say not” said a voice as the last echos of the thunder faded away. “Respect, however, is expected”

   Skittles blinked the blinding light away and saw the owner of the voice standing next to them. It was the R.A. He reached down and helped them up to a sitting position. He pulled a pear from the tree and handed it to them.

“Here eat something. You look a bit peckish.” He gave them a fatherly pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, kid. I got this. But later you and me got some things to discuss”

   He turned to face It and said, “Now you can just get along now. There’s nothing here for you.”

   It glared at the the R.A.. “That one is mine by right. Bartered and won.”

   "And yet you decided to chase them through the woods because what? They weren’t terrified enough for you? That’s your thing isn’t it?“ He smiled. It was not a happy smile.

   "You know nothing. Just because you harbor the traitorous Maschinenteufel don’t think you know everything of us. I will take what is mine even if I have to tear this Tree from its roots”

   There arose an ominous sound from the branches as countless wings shifted overhead.

   "Now now,“ the R.A. scolded, "no need for this to get ugly. First of all Screwloose doesn’t speak about your kind at all. Zhyr secrets are Zhyr own. I do know you, though, and as such I name you,” what he said next could possibly be described as musical but sounded to Skittles like someone attempting to perform Brittney Spear’s “Toxic” with a washing machine filled with tin cans.

   "HOW?!?“ It shouted. "There is no way you..”

   "The Morrigan tell me lots of things,“ he shook his head. "I really hoped we could have been civil. That you’d accept you’d lost your prey and go on home.” He sighed. “I have named you and thus I command you. You have lost your prize this night and because of your… impoliteness we affix a fine. You will not pursue nor attempt to reacquire said prize for a fortnight. Other than that you are free to go on your way.”

   It made a noise that could have been a chuckle, but there was no humanity behind it. “A fortnight? Oh you will pay for my delayed gratification little one.” It seemed to blend into the shadows Its voice fading as it said, “Oh what fun we will have when that night arrives.”

   Skittles started shaking.

   The R.A. took their hand again and helped them to stand. He gave them a sad look. “Come to my office. We need to talk about what just happened.”

   Skittles dutifully followed him through the door into the dorm. He sat down in a remarkably ugly blue recliner. They sat on the couch across from him. “Now then first off lets get the big thing out of the way. You broke curfew. Again. Do you remember what the rules for curfew are?”

   "Be on the grounds by midnight unless previous permission has been granted. When curfew is violated three times you get kicked out.“

   "And how many time did tonight make?”

   "Three.“ They shook their head. "But it wasn’t my fault.”

   The R.A. shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. This is one of the ways we keep the peace. I’m sorry. I really am.” He sighed. “As of now you are no longer a resident of this dorm. you may stay tonight as a guest. Arrangements will be made in the morning for your move. You are not banned from the premises. You may be invited as a guest by any of the residents, but as you know guests can only stay overnight for a maximum of three nights within any 30 day period.”

   "But what about…“

   "You’ll be safe from that one for the next 14 nights. Other than that… you’re on your own.” He stood up. “I’m going to bed now. i suggest you do as well.” as he opened the door to the adjoining bedroom he added, “You’re going to need the rest.”

   Skittles sat alone pondering the future and wondered if they’d ever survive the rest of the semester.

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