Chapter 3:
As promised they were late and got a scolding from the Headmaster saying how he never wanted to see a repeat of this again and hoped to see them acting more responsible in future. When he was done he sent out Gildon to have a private conversation with Morrible. Gildon gave Morrible a look which said good luck and Morrible stood nervously for her lecture.
The Headmaster was a very intimidating person; he was an incredibly tall, thin, elderly man with a walking stick. There was something about him that just commanded respect and sent a shiver down your spine in fear. He stood quietly standing in front of Madame Morrible as his eyes looked right through her own.
He spoke in a quiet stern voice, "Madame I don't know what you're used to but we have very strict policies here at Shiz. We accept behaviour of the up most excellence and results of the highest achievements in all of Oz. We are the first University to accept females and you are one of precious few women given such an opportunity. You are lucky I don't expel you right here and now embarrassing me, this University, a fine institution, yourself and all women.
"However I do have a heart. You are very lucky that boy was with you or I would have expelled you without hesitation. I know that you a girl so you may not understand this, but I am expecting things from you that I am of the boys. I told all the girls this. That they must meet my very high standard or get out of my sight and never step in this University again. For a young male this is easy to understand and I know you being female this is harder to understand but you must work hard or get out. Do I make myself clear?"
Morrible gritted her teeth, "Yes sir."
He nodded, "Good that is all."
Morrible held to her trunk and looked at the number she was given in her letter of where she was to go for her room. She followed the map until she came to room five-hundred and twenty-two. She opened the door to see another girl in there lying down on her own bed, she'd made herself very comfortable with her whole side of the room personalised with a mussy edge with posters littering the wall. Morrible blinked at the other girl who was staring back at her in equal shock. After a few moments Morrible closed the door and the girl got up from her bed and held out her hand.
The girl had bright messy red hair, stunning blue eyes, tall with porcelain white skin. Her clothes were nice but not kept which gave her a strange daggy look. She also appeared very relax but aware of surroundings as if she were completely at ease but ready to pounce or run if necessary, just like a cat.
Morrible took it, "Hello I'm Amora Delva Morrible and may I ask who you are?"
The girl shook back with a lazy smile, "Glade to make you acquaintance, I'm Winter Summerlands. Your new and long-term roommate. So Miss Morrible it is wonderful to meet you. Everyone calls me Winter or Chills, whatever I'm fine with."
Morrible blinked at the girl's casual attitude, "I'm simply known as Morrible."
Winter smiled welcoming, "Well Morrible besides me have you made any friends?"
Morrible blinked unaware to the fact she had just made a friend. "Yes, a boy."
She gave a hinting smile, "Oh a friend, I like those."
Morrible shook her head, "No just a friend."
The girl pouted, "You're no fun. How about some fun? I'd love to have a friend."
Morrible shook her head, "Each to there own."
The girl laughed, "True. Oh it's late; we should probably go to bed or get in trouble the next morning sleeping in class. Night Morrible."
Morrible sat on her bed, "Yes, night."
Morribe quickly unpacked her bag and put her belongings in the closet, had a quick shower and went to bed in a light brown nightdress. She lay there thinking to herself that not once in her life had she made friends yet in the span of a few days she had made two. She didn't understand how or why but she was grateful, finally things were looking up. Even though the both of them appeared to be completely and utterly insane.