Devil's Boarding school

Chapter 6. Choose a room to Snooze.

The beds had brown velvet duvet's to match the sofa outside and red throws to match the curtains, the white sheets looked even silkier than the ones in the infirmary. There was a door between the used bed and the bookcase on Em's left, which she assumed led to the bathroom, but at the same time, there was another door between it and the bed, which she guessed would be a closet. Between the beds there was a painting of an angel holding books and scrolls, and under it was a side table with an alarm clock on-top of a very worn book. All-together it was a nice room, and the wall between the door she came in through and the window, had a calender in the middle of a swarm of different posters of books, movies and bands. She noted, however, that there were hints of hidden mess around. There was a suspicious few items of clothing sticking out from under the bed, and the closet door seemed unable to close fully. It was all as if the great mess had been hastily stuffed into every available crevice.

"Nice room" Em said, making Ecanus swell with pride, though the secret mess did not escape her.

She walked back out and towards Castiel's room. He followed shyly and stood against the door frame, waiting for an opinion as Em entered. The curtains were drawn, and the shape of the room was the mirror image of Ecanus's. The room itself could have been the same were it not for the much neater feel and greater bareness of it all, coupled with the slight lack of vibrance and color. Castiel had not added anything to the walls, apart from another painting between the beds. This time it was an angel with black hair, quill in hand with a pensive and skyward facing look. There were scrolls and papers falling from his other hand. Castiel's room had two bookcases, more neatly kept almost exclusively full with well kept books, some of which spilled over on top of the other rows. Some of the titles, Em noticed, were recognisable to her. Mostly melancholic poetry. The desk in this room had only a plain macbook, and a large stack of papers. The waste bin on it's side filled to excess with more crumpled papers, they too spilled out and around their container.

"Having trouble writing?" Em asked,

"Umm .. yeah.." he said, seeming surprised, then a little reluctant to aknowledge something about this, "Haven't been able to write about anything the right way.."

She moved on, now seeing that there was a broken alarm clock on the bedside table. The clock looked as if it had been thrown against the wall, and then crushed rather angrily. The room felt a little darker, both in an emotional and luminescent way, but it looked more appealing to Em that way. She picked up the alarm clock, completely sympathising with it's smashed situation. She very badly wanted it to be fixed, wanted herself to be fixed. She focused on that little thing and imagined it being fixed, trying to will it that way. To her surprise, the small clock suddenly started to revert, the screen pulled back together, the cashing reformed and all the cracks disappeared as though time were reversed. It looked brand new. Em gasped, and dropped the clock in her shock, and it cracked again as it hit the floor. Castiel rushed over, wondering if she had cut herself, "I'm sorry. I meant to have that replaced.." he apologised as he picked up the broken pieces and examined her hand, before taking it over to the waste bin. It fell in with a plonk, and sent a wave of crumpled paper out over the floor.

"What happened?" he asked, coming back over to inspect her hands for cuts more thoroughly,

"Nothing really." she said, not sure she could be sure of what she'd seen. Weird things like that are what had gotten her in trouble before, nobody believed her when she said they had happened. Adults had convinced her she was making it all up, though now she wondered if this were what the Dean had talked about before. "I'm fine. Really." She said, pulling away her hand with an attempt at a reassuring smile.

She appraised the room briefly again, "I think I choose your room."

She smiled, she had the distinct impression that it would be easier not to intrude on this room as much as Ecanus's, he had that whole room in chaos after all. The less excited atmosphere of Castiel's room comforted her, it mirrored her own heart in many ways, even parts of it were broken.

"is that okay with you?" she questioned,

He looked a little startled, but was encouraged nonetheless, and said "You're kidding right? It'd be my absolute pleasure to play host to you."

Ecanus walked in to see Castiel looking at Em happily still, "Em you're really serious?! His room is so boring!" he said like a tempered child.

Em giggled, but then thought aloud "You two already call me Em?"

Both of the boys exchanged glances, "is that not alright with you?" said Ecanus,

"No, no.." Em said hurridly, "It's just been a while and.." she began to wring her hands again, "I just haven't heard that in a while.."

The boys smiled, now assured they hadn't done something to upset their new friend.

"But Em, the room, it's Dull" He emphasised the word, "Not going to reconsider? You're missing o-out." He drew out that last word playfully,

Em giggled, "At least It's clean!" she said, sitting down on the bed by the window,

Ecanus tried to protest, insisting his room was clean despite what he had hidden. Neither Castiel or Em let him get away with it though.