Mage Academy For The Gifted

A magical wardrobe

~ Daryn ~

I managed to find my way back to my dorm, after spending hours walking around the academy in search of it. The academy was truly vast in size, and one could get lost without being careful.

I dashed into the room without quickly noticing that a new person had replaced Henry, my former room mate.

"You must be Daryn Coldwater"

I felt a bit creeped out at the sound of the anonymous voice, especially because the lights were turned off.

I took some steps backwards until my back met with the door.

"Who are you?", I asked.

"Geez, relax dude...I'm Daemon Weathers, your new room mate", said the person.

The lights finally came on, and as I could guess, it amused him to see how frightened I was at the moment.

He tried all he could to hold himself back from bursting into laughter, and his face looked red and swollen from all the holding back.

I felt embarrassed.

"What? You shouldn't have startled me that way", I blurted with a slight frown.

Then without any warning, he finally exploded into laughter. It made me feel really awkward, but he eventually managed to catch his breath after what seemed like a few minutes.

"I'm sorry for laughing at you...but it was kind of funny to see your frightened reaction...", he said.

I sighed.

"Whatever...I wonder if Henry didn't pass the test. I guess he wasn't a supernatural after all", I replied.

"Oh no, he passed the test...in fact, he's a werewolf", Daemon retorted in a rather unkind manner.

I walked over to my bed, grabbing the bowl of snacks on the table before I laid down with my head faced up.

"I don't get it...then why did you replace him?", I asked.

"Oh, that?...he complained to the dorm advisor about the room. He called you a loser, and also said that he couldn't mix with losers or else he'll become one too"

On hearing his unkind words, my heart melted in shame and anger. I pushed away the bowl of snacks from beside me and sat upright.

I felt very sad and hurt at the moment.

Daemon walked up to me and stood in front of me with folded arms. He looked straight into my eyes with a slightly raised brow.

"Ouch, I know it hurt badly, and...I'm never gonna apologize to you for rephrasing his words, cus you're truly a loser", he said.

I pulled a frown at him, feeling annoyed for what he said. But he kept on talking like he didn't care.

"I mean, you look like a loser...and you're obviously shrouded with bad luck...I'm talking because of what happened at the fabrication room"

I still maintained my silence, even though I was really mad at the moment.

"...but who cares anyway? You're a loser, and so what?", he paused for a while, before walking away.

By this time, I was already fuming with anger, but I remained frozen. I was too afraid to start up a physical fight with Daemon who looked obviously stronger than me.

It was as if he took it as an advantage to lunge at me with more hurtful words.

"I need you to get mad at me...everyone knows about the loser who couldn't do the basic teleportation spell. You had better suck it up, and fucking get strong or else...you'd be forever known as a failure".

Then he turned to me again with a smirk;

"Or, does failure run through the family dynasty? Are your parents f--"

I couldn't take it anymore.

I sprang up from the bed and stomped forward until I got close enough to his face.

I had a deep frown on my face and maintained steady eye contact with him, which made it obvious that I was fuming with rage.

"Don't you ever....mention my parents' in such manner or you'll regret it"

Tears welled up in my eyes which had already become red. I quivered as a result of fear and burning anger while staring deep into Daemon's blue eyes.

He wasn't moved by my fuming rage, but instead maintained a blank expression which eventually turned into a smirk.

"There it is...let it all out. You need to get mad and tell them to stop calling you a loser...you ain't a dude if you can't do that..."

I was still mad, but he didn't stop smirking. He asked me to repeat ''I'm not a failure" after him.

I hesitated at first, but eventually obeyed. But he asked me to do it again, and this time, not like a chicken.

"Again", he said.

" I'M NOT A FAILURE", I yelled at him, before breathing heavily.

"Cool", he smiled.

"You're lucky to have me as your new room mate...we need to start from building your confidence", he added with a smirk.

I exhaled lightly and crashed on my bed again. I was still very angry, but to be honest, that feeling of anger felt...right.

Daemon knew it would.

"Didn't you enjoy the feeling?", he asked.

"I-I think I did"

"That's cool...I don't make friends with losers...but you've proven to me that you're not a loser, even though you still need to work on your confidence"

He stretched out his right hand, requesting for a handshake with me.

"Friends?", he smiled.

"Yeah, sure"

I shook him.

We talked about a few other things until we landed in a conversation about the orientation night.

"So, about that...what do you think we should wear?", he asked.

"It's not like we have any other clothes besides our uniforms", I shrugged.

Just then, we heard Sage's voice from the mirror. It didn't feel weird this time, and Daemon didn't even act surprised.

"Students, the academy has provided you with an infinite number of outfits to wear during your stay here...feel free to check out the wardrobes in your rooms."

We turned to each other with widened eyes and dropped jaws, before turning our gazes to the freshly waxed, brown wooden wardrobe doors.

"Oh...and don't bother about drycleaning your outfits, since they're enchanted to remain clean, no matter what happens to them...just like your uniforms", Sage added.

I was hit with the fresh scent of lavender as I pulled the wardrobe's doors open.

My jaws dropped without me even knowing, as I stared at the outfits.

The wardrobe was huge, and was parted into two sections.

Tuxedos, short and long sleeved shirts, combat shorts, and a lot more nice clothes were neatly lined on one section of the wardrobe.

The other section contained more than a thousand shoes to fit any outfit we selected.

"Now that's some dope shit!", Daemon yelled.

"Yeah!"

Without further hesitation, we dived into searching for the best outfit to wear, until we both agreed to appear in matching black tuxedos.