“I’ll talk you through it next time. Consider it my first payback for a year’s worth of wyvern parties! Are you ready?”

6. Keller

6

KELLER

In another life, I could have been a wyvern. Out of the seven Rothford houses, that’s the one that fits me the most.

Raventhorn Hall was the first, and only house here. It used to be called the Legacy Lounge, and included a number of second sons and debutantes attending Rothford as a finishing school. It hasn’t changed much: it’s still a bunch of Heritage heirs from big families, and the girls they can screw and manipulate to their heart’s content. In all honesty, their play is a little too extreme and controlling for me. I have certainly had fun with them on occasion, but I find the idea of their constant power exchange exhausting.

When Rothford went from a tiny, exclusive college to the household name it currently is, they built the dorm and all six other houses at the same time, to separate us from the plebes.

The houses are lined up by order of importance, the least prestigious being right at the gate of our private drive, and the most, at the end.

Lion’s Den is the first. Honestly, the four dozen students living there are basically an embarrassment to the Thorn Falls elite. They’re…chill. I can smell the stench of weed as I drive past at any time, any day. They do have the largest house, and throw a mean party. Over the six years I’ve spent in Rothford so far, the four nights I hung out with them are the only four nights I don’t remember. Somehow, I survived their cocktail of booze, drugs, and decadence. Most of them call themselves artists. Don’t ask them what actual art they produce, though, unless you want to engage in conversation about gum sculptures and spit paint.

Next, there’s the Sharks. The jocks. They’re the only ones with an outdoor pool, and that’s all the positive things I can say about them. I genuinely can’t recall a single conversation with one of them that didn’t make me want to gouge my eyes out. No, I don’t need a protein shake recommendation, thank you very much. No, I haven’t watched you last football game. Yes, I actually sat through half of your hockey game, but that’s only because it’s entertaining. Also, you suck.