DYLAN

I'm sitting in the Mage's office. He's this bigwig in the British magick world. (I'm sure over here "magick world" is a proper noun, but I really couldn't care less.) A packet of new student paperwork is sitting on the desk in front of me.

I can't look up. Every time I do, the minute I see the Mage all I can think of is Robin Hood: Men In Tights. I can't take him serious in that ridiculous getup. I'm supposed to be the queer one and he's over here wearing a Halloween costume to work because he thinks it makes him look cool. Fucking nerd.

Mage In Tights clears his throat. "So," he begins. Then he stops. Stalls. Clears his throat again. "It has come to my understanding that you do not consider yourself to be a girl."

Oh God, here we go.

"It has also come to my attention that you have not partaken in any alterations to your body."

Oh. Oh. OH. I know where this is going.

"Unfortunately, due to the current state of your body, I could not place you in Mummurs House with the boys."

Fuck me.

"We do have an open room in our Cloisters House, though. Unfortunately, one of our female students had to discontinue her education after losing her voice two years ago. You'll be moving into her room. Your new roommate will be Agatha. I promise you she's very kind and... understanding."

Thanks, Dad.

"I'm not wearing a skirt."