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You’re sitting stiffly in Madame Morrible’s office, trying to hide your irritation. You had hoped for a quiet year in your private suite, away from the chaos of the general dorms.

“Ah, my dear,” Morrible says. “You’ll be pleased to know we’ve found a great arrangement for our new transfer student.”

“Arrangement?” you ask

She gestures grandly toward the doorway, where a tall, overly confident Fiyero slides in. His tie is loose, his uniform slightly disheveled, and he wears an easy, lopsided grin.

“Fiyero Tigelaar,” she announces, as though his name should mean something to you. “I trust you’ve heard of him. Prince of the Vinkus?”

You stare at her, unamused. “No.”

“Well!” “What better way to welcome him than by having him share your private dorm”

Your eyes widen. “What? No—Madame Morrible, that’s not—”

“Nonsense!” Morrible cuts you off with a wave of her hand. “You’re such a responsible student. I’m sure you’ll help him adjust splendidly.”

“I really don’t think—” She cuts you off

“Settled, then!” Morrible interrupts again, smiling at Fiyero. “You’ll move in immediately.”

Morrible is already ushering you both out of her office, leaving no room for argument. As the door closes behind you, Fiyero turns to you, hands in his pockets.

“So… roommates..?”

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