No sort of divinatory magic, astrological sign, horoscope, or winning lottery ticket could have indicated how lucky Phineas Fortescue was to board at Vinixivue Tower given this year’s dormitory rotation results. It was quite the unexpected surprise for the lad going into his penultimate year of magic studies.
Vinixive Tower was hard to miss. When it came to the skyline of the Citadel Preparatory Academy for Rites & Sorcery, no tower was taller. Indeed, nor was any more ostentatious. A shining jewel of opulence at the wizarding school, a golden globe laced with rare magical minerals, its brilliant stained glass windows seemed to declare to the magical world at large that the best, brightest, bravest and boldest of the next magical generation earned their stripes here.
That is, if you took credence of all of the Tower’s grandiose image at face value. Phineas knew of a few noted noble families whose progeny called Vinixivue Tower home. House Fortescue was a long standing, storied family of similar prestige. Not the most blue-blooded or richest, when it came to politics within the great magical clans, but a populous house of many witches and wizards with notable accomplishments across all avenues of magic life. Such was the breadth of the family’s past that none of the Fortescues had a ‘default’ dormitory to find lodging at during their years at the Citadel. That he hadn’t landed at Vinixivue earlier was no demerit.
In fact, Phineas was finding the ornate staircase up to the tower to be far too posh. Was there a word for that he hadn’t used already regarding Vinixivue Tower? The marble laden steps were fenced by a golden bannister with silver-wrought ironwork as ornate as the gem encrusted stained glass windows encircling the tower. This brought Phineas to the landing, just in time to see a golden glass cage perpendicular to the dormitory entrance descend down the spiral steps, held up by nothing by skyhooks.
“Oh,” Phineas sighed. He had missed seeing the elevator. Even the other outlying dormitories by height or depth didn’t have such options, although he supposed Vinixivue Tower was really high up in the Citadel, rivalled only by Quanata Loft. Passing through the old oak doors, Phineas himself in the dormitory he had least expected he would ever stay at.
The interior of the Tower’s commons were quite palatial. High vaulted ceilings supported by elegantly sculpted columns showed the painted, slightly moving ceiling frescos over a posh, gilded accommodations. Fine furniture and velvety curtains separated rooms were elite snobs rubbed elbows and wide-eyed newcomer kid mages marveled at the gleaming trophies and view over the Citadel. Phineas initially felt small next to these hubristic rich kids, big name partiers and the ambitious, boundary looking sorts seeking to woo prestige worthy of their magical might by name, guile or charm.
He almost felt underdressed, seeing as most others were moving in with their finest clothes. Which seemed impractical to Phineas but then he had never thought he’d wind up in a dorm where image was everything. It sure looked nice. And, as his mind started to wander and some warmth entered his nether regions, there were a smattering of fine, plush lovelies he was ogling as much as others would ogle exquisite art.
One of his long time, from a distance crushes had been Margot Francois, of a very ancient noble family. Thick thighed since their intermediate school years, the thunder-thighed honey was far weighty than most of the campus’ prettiest girls tended to be although no less beautiful for her curves. Her perfectly coiffed, blonde ringlets framed her rounding face, as her plumping middle sat in her silken dress, her great thighs spilling out from under the hem to her white stockings. Upon hearing a chorus of laughter, Phineas noticed another girl within a clique of friends. Chelsea Morgana turned a lot of heads on campus and she did not disappoint the image of seeing her in person. A witch with short, platinum blonde hair, she had the largest pair of breasts on campus. They almost looked comical inside her pink sweater, although several eyes followed Phineas’ stare as her audience watched them bounce to her mirthful laughter from a joke, fitting her affectionately-derogatory nickname of 'Chesty' Morgana.
Starting to feel hot under the collar, Phineas supposed he better get his affairs in order. Even though he had an unerring knack for noticing overweight girls at the school, he wasn’t sure about his chances with girls that had been popular with the student body for most of their lives at the Citadel. Yet maybe arriving at Vinixivue Tower was the opportunity for something new? Perhaps he might even find his own boldness. Nevertheless, living at Vinixivue Tower was certainly going to be different!
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