Melodie bounced into the room as she chanted, "I have a date. I have a date. I have a date!" With the last announcement she came to a stop and fell back onto the other girls bed, scattering the clothes that she was attempting to put away.
The black haired girl looked down at the figure that was now sprawled across the piles of what were folded clothes and regarded her for a moment before pulling a black sweater free from under the offending body.
"Demon or Elf this week Mel?" She asked Melodie as she began to manipulate the sweater onto a hanger.
Mel rolled her eyes and sat up, picking a shirt up and unfolding it, looking it over. "Neither, human this time. I like to play the field, test the waters," she replied while nodding in a sage-like way before holding the shirt up to herself with a look that said not half bad. "Besides, he's like all hunky and stuff," she replied with a grin before tossing the shirt back down and looking up at her friend.
"Hunky and stuff?" the dark haired girl asked with a raised eyebrow, hands on her hip. "Lemme guess, he's on the football team?"
"No silly, the wrestling team," Mel told her with a smirk.
"What happened to the demon from last week? What was his name again?" She paused, leaning against the door trying to remember.
"Dace, and he wasn't a demon, just a minor minion..." Mel trailed off suddenly finding her nails very interesting. Suddenly she looked up and brightened. "Shy..." Mel asked in a way that Shylah knew there was something bad waiting for her.
"Shylah," Mel wheedled, "What are you doing tonight?" she finished with what she hoped was an innocent smile.
"Why do I get the feeling that something wicked this way comes?" Shy watched the girl as she batted her eyes innocently, her dread growing at every instant.
"Because if you weren't doing anything, I was going out with Jasey and his friend and I didn't really want to be the only girl because that would be horribly embarrassing, although it's not like I 'haven't' been there done that ya know," Shy hand waved off the rest of the ramble before visuals could become a part of it
"I probably shouldn't Mel. I have a paper to write, two chapters to read and a spell that needs fine tuning, all due before next Thursday." Shy said, crossing her arms over her chest trying to appear unshakable. The last thing she wanted was to go dancing with Mel and her newest squeeze and be left on the sideline with some jock friend of Jasey's that didn't know a pencil from a wand.
"He does so know a pencil from a wand," Mel pouted.
"Mel! You're doing it again... snooping!" Shy replied, staring down at Mel.
"I didn't mean to. It's just that you're cooped up here and you never get out and I'm not sure if you've even seen the sun in a week because you're always in the labs. And you need to have fun damnit!" Mel finished also crossing her arms, mirroring Shy's look. "Plus, you lied. Paper's not due till Friday."
"If it'll get you off my laundry so I can finish putting it away and you leave me be for a week so I can get those assignments done for the professors, I'll do it," Shy said defeated.
Mel grinned in such a way that instantly made Shy feel uneasy and simply replied, "Deal."
Mel got up from the bed and headed out the door to her own room next door, still wearing that grin and Shy was left with the vague hope that he would be human at least. *Please no horns this time,* she pleaded silently to herself.
"No horns, I promise!" Mel called out through the open door before she closed her own.
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Shylah was finishing pinning her black hair away from her face as she waited for Mel to show up while swaying to the music coming from her stereo. It was Friday night on the university campus. She could already hear the shouts and screams from outside the dorms as the students let loose for the weekend. Swaying to Siouxsie and the Banshees she moved over towards the windows and looked out over the strange campus that had become her home. Shy grinned at the thought that it wasn't just any university that you could major in Forensic Medicine and minor in Witchcraft.
She had met her best friend Melodie, while standing in line to register for classes. All around her were demons, zombies, witches, and all sorts of non-normal folk. She had instantly felt at home and knew this was the university for her. Mel was even assigned the room next to hers in the dorms and had a few classes with Shylah.
Shylah looked down at the black Doc Martins she was wearing and the jeans; she had topped off her outfit with a crushed velvet black tank top with beaded designs that laced up the front. With her long hair pinned back, out of her face she put on just a hint of make up. She wore her silver pentagram necklace and the ankh charm and skipped the earrings. Shylah raised her brown eyes up as the door popped open and Mel slid inside.
