There were times Maritess didn't like being in the undead dorms. Normally she was fine with it, living in the upper floors where the non-rotting students were assigned. They had their own rooms, their own space that was just perfectly sized for them, but sometimes.
The smell was just too much.
It was embarrassing for Tess, which was why she would never invite Lizzy or Iggy over. That and Trixie got supremely territorial once they were inside the winged vampire's quarters.
Right now, she couldn't concentrate on her literature homework, which she still hadn't finished (no thanks to a certain blue-haired banshee). She figured working on it outside would help her concentrate better. Unfortunately, her minipets insisted they come along, and while the robocorn was a sweet, obedient thing and needed no leash, the mytrix was another story. To prevent a full-blown tantrum form the purple tentacle (which only resulted in chewed up furniture and school batbooks), she let Trixie come along to a spot far enough from the undead dorms that the smell wasn't intolerable, but still close enough to the building.
Large, leather wings flapped silently, keeping her aloft in front of a bench where she had spread out the assignment. One hand turning the pages, while the other held Trixie's very short leash.
Unfortunately, Trixie had very long tentacles and in its usual fashion was trying to grab at someone.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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