A/N: Griffin is just moving in the room she has to share with Ediltrude and Zarathustra in her first year at Cloud Tower and things are running lees than smoothly.
Griffin almost fell to the floor–her magic was the only thing that stopped that from happening–when she tripped over a box that was left right in the way when you walked into the room. She barely managed to hold onto the pot she was carrying which made her see red already. The plant would've been doomed if she'd dropped it.
"Careful!" one of the twins reprimanded. She wasn't quite sure which one it was yet. They were both equally annoying and she cursed Faragonda for the millionth time for turning out to be a fairy and starting a chain reaction that had left her having to room with the two sisters.
"Unless you want to turn yourself into a toad," the black-haired witch spoke before her lips got pulled into a vicious smile since the thought apparently entertained her.
"What's with all the boxes?" she asked, making sure to sound extra exasperated just to irritate them both as she left the pot with the plant on the floor next to her bed.
"Those are breakable so, please, don't destroy them," the green-haired twin said in the same tone of voice, pronouncing the 'please' as if it was the most vile word in existence.
Griffin looked at the labels of the boxes since it was obvious that neither of her "roommates" intended to tell her what they contained. "Those are a lot of animal parts," she said, trying to keep the emotions out of her voice but her brain disagreed with her. It wasn't that she cared for animals or was scared or anything. But it was disgusting to have so many dead insects in your bedroom.
"That's Zara for you," the black-haired witch–Ediltrude then–laughed. "You'll get used to it. And to the smoke from the failed potions, too." Her eyes narrowed as if she was trying to recall more details. "And to the side effects of those."
Griffin was about to object to having experiments with potions run into the space she had to share with them but Zarathustra spoke first.
"Hey, I'm good at this," she glared at her sister. "And of course, there'd be some mistakes. I'm working without instructions sometimes," she motioned to whatever it was she was currently doing and Griffin noticed a frightening lack of any papers or books on her desk. She was working without any directions indeed.
"You're a total disaster, sis," Ediltrude waved her off which only had Zarathustra step closer to her, looking like a bull that was ready to charge at the red flag waved in front of it.
"And when was the last time you did some independent work instead of just following instructions, little sis?" she asked through gritted teeth, making Griffin plop herself down on her bed in despair. From the short interaction she'd first had with the sisters she'd learned that the only thing more annoying than the two of them making digs at her was the two of them arguing with each other. And it was happening again. She'd spent a total of eleven minutes with them–she was counting the seconds of her torture–and they'd already managed to get into a fight four times.
"Talking shit again, I see," Ediltrude glowered as she jumped from the desk, towering over her sister since she was a lot taller. Especially in her heels.
Griffin huffed in total exhaustion, drawing their attention to herself. From the glares they both gave her she could tell it would be a long day.
