I looked over at Rose, she had changed her hair again, something she would do quite frequently. This time it was an ombre with dark brown roots that slowly turned into a fiery orange at the ends. Her natural curls were gathered into two buns on the side of her head. Her eyes were bright yellow like beaming headlights, which were now aimed right at me. Caging me in with their intensity. 

- Nothing much. He is a bit odd, something a lot of people have seemingly singled him out for.

- Why? Are they mean to him?

- I don't know. He’s not telling me anything.

- I haven’t seen him around much, but I don’t think anyone’s picking on him. They’re just curious. He’s the hottest gossip in decades.

- I suppose. He is quite mysterious.

A low hum was all I got in response, Rose preoccupied with portioning a lilac shimmery potion into thin glass vials spread out across her desk. I quietly jumped down from her windowsill, walking up behind her to look closer at whatever she was doing. Up untilI I met Rose, I had never interacted much with witches, historically our kind did not mix much. Not that it had mattered to Rose, from the first moment we crossed paths she had practically adopted me as her best friend. Why, I had yet to figure out. Though I appreciated the gesture, she had definitely made my stay at this school much more enjoyable, and all around my life less depressing to endure.

- If anything I think it’s good that you’re the one taking care of him.

- Ambrose asked me to.

Rose looked over her shoulder, giving me a knowing smile before continuing her previous task.

- I know, but you didn’t have to. It’s sweet that you agreed.

- Sweet?

I couldn’t help but frown, nose scrunching up in distaste. I did not find it very sweet. If anything it was for Ambrose that I had agreed in the first place, but Rose only laughed when I told her as much.

- Call it whatever you’d like, but I know something you don’t.

- And what is that?

I let my eyes follow the curve of her lips, which were turned into a devious smirk. Rose was a witch, much like any other, yet not at all. Her family had a gift of intuition, a sixth sense if you will. The power of premunition, where she could see glimpses of people's lives, future and destinies. She leaned in closer towards me, a conspiratorial lilt to her voice as she whispered quietly into the small space between us.  

- The two of you share a similar future.

- I know. We are roommates for the foreseeable future, so I figured as much.

Her shrill laughter bounced against the stone walls of her dorm, traveling underneath the crack between her door and out into the dimly lit corridor. Loud and sharp. I took a step back, watching her laugh whilst I crossed my arms, waiting for her to calm down. Perhaps I had found the answer as to why she adopted me as her best friend. My pain and suffering seemed to amuse her to no end.