And if you don't believe me [Open!]

[Emeric Prince]

Watch and I will make it happen

Emeric Prince was a self proclaimed ‘cool kid’. He thought this because in all the TV shows with said cool kids in them, they always did and acted the exact same way that he did. They smoked, got drunk, had a car, wore leather jackets and didn’t care about what other people think. They also swore a lot.

Emeric successfully attributed this lifestyle in every way. He didn’t even stop to think that if maybe these things weren’t considered super cool by everyone else. If the TV approved it, then it must be right. He spent a lot of his time growing up watching the classic teen shows and sitcoms. He knew cool when he saw it.

Thus, Emeric was up on the roof of the male dorm building smoking while wearing his favorite leather jacket. And if he wanted to, he could probably spot his car from where he was standing. Maybe he was a cool kid. He sat near the edge, but not so close that his feet were dangling off or that if someone were to sneak up behind him and push him that he would fall off the building. He wasn’t that stupid. He sat with his knees up and balanced a lot of his weight on one of his hands. He took a drag from his cigarette and slowly blew it out through his mouth.

Suddenly he heard someone coming up to the roof from behind him. Being so close to the edge of the roof caused himself to be all jumpy. He didn’t want to be pushed off or startled so much that he would fall to his death. No. Cool kids don’t die. He turned to see who it was, but he specifically did not turn his whole body. He definitely did not want to come across as that interested as to who it was…even though he kind of was. When he finally laid eyes on the ‘intruder’, he smirked to himself.

“Hello.”

[Rose Macallis]

Rose didn't usually sneak around in the boys' dorms, since such activities could have given her a bad name. The college boys' dorms were even more taboo, since highschoolers were explicitly forbidden from entering and there were severe punishments in place for just getting through the doors. That's not to say that no one had done it or that no one had tried, but it was rare and most people said that it wasn't worth the trouble anyway. With those things backing it, Rose was expecting it to be extremely difficult and almost not worth the effort to get in, but when she arrived, she found that all doors opened easily for her and didn't even seem to be that heavy.

Knowing what the college was and what went on behind those cement walls, Rose almost expected a three headed dog or sphinx to be guarding the inside. But even as she walked through the tiled lobby area, she saw nothing out of the ordinary other than a few scorch marks on the wall. It occurred to her vaguely that perhaps it was only difficult for the nonmagical to enter, but if that were the case, then why did the college building itself have a key? Surely, that was a more obvious place of magic than a dorm.

Resigning herself to thinking that there must be something worse in wait for her, she continued along to the stairs. She was unsure of which floor she was seeking, but that didn't deter her steady steps. What did deter them, however, was the thought that she would have to check every floor if she intended to be thorough in her search. She sighed as she arrived at the door that exited into the first floor of rooms. This was it; the first time she was going to have to sneak through an all-boys floor, knowing perfectly well that she looked younger than everyone and very distinctly did not have a penis. Also, having faded cherry hair tended to stand out, even if it was covered in a hood.

Nonetheless, she girded her loins and pushed the door open an inch. After looking around to ensure that there were no beefy, rule-abiding men milling about, she darted through the doorway, gently shutting the door behind her. She glanced around for another second or do before slowly padding down the hallway, trying to be as sneaky as possible. She jumped every time she heard any noise, assuming instantly that it was someone coming to call her out on her sneakery. Eventually, however, she came to the door she was seeking and gave a silent, but triumphant, fist pump before knocking lightly on the door.

After a brief interaction that left her feeling slightly less triumphant, she carefully made her way back to the staircase. This time, she took the stairs two at a time until she made it to the last landing; the landing leading to the roof. Pushing her hood back and revealing all her red hair and lack of eyebrows, she opened the door and stepped out. Another triumphant fist pump later and she was walking toward the figure leaning over the rail.

"Heeey," she said, casually brushing some hair to cover at least one of her half-brows. "Whatcha doooin'?" She walked over and stood next to him, leaning carefully on the ledge.