-During the night-
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!" Muttered Alina under her breath as she zipped through the air, "How hard is it to find a stupid dorm room, Alina?"
She hovered in the air momentarily, perplexed by the sheer amount of rooms that the dorm building she was trying to make sense of possessed. She was new to this whole "fairy" thing and she had never been particularly sharp, so she was starting to get worried.
The night was waning. Though she couldn't see it yet, the sun would begin to make its way onto the scene before long, and she knew as much. She had been looking for this Anna Winters girl all night, but she hadn't had any luck. The room she had thought belonged to her was devoid of any furniture, so she knew that wasn't right. She did know, at least, that Anna lived on the 6th floor- at least, she thought.
In desperation, she flew through a crack in a window on the 6th floor, deciding that whether this was Anna or not, whatever girl lived here would have to do. After all, she at least knew that universities usually divided girls and boys by floor, so this would work out well enough, even if she got berated by the Head Fairy later.
Now within the room, she shimmered softly and grew from a minute stature of roughly six inches to her full height. Garbed in a silky pink dress and tights, she would have looked ridiculous to anyone that set eyes on her. She looked every bit the fairy, from her thin, silver wand to her ornate tiara.
Except she was quite fat. That came with the territory, naturally. As she was the Freshman 15 Fairy, she was tasked with picking which girls packed on weight when they shipped off to school.
The hum of a still idle computer masked what little noise this portly fairy made as she stepped over a pair of jeans and stood before the mass on the bed, which was covered nearly head to toe in a mess of blankets.
"Well, here goes," she whispered to herself, "I think they said to just lightly tap the wand and-"
She did so and frowned. She expected some sparks or a light glowing or something. She tapped again, and again, and again, worrying that after all this trouble her wand had been a dud. Finally, it glowed strong enough to light up the whole room briefly. She held her breath in fear, worrying that she had awoken the girl beneath the covers. A snore spoke to the contrary, and she smiled.
"My work here is done," she whispered, particularly pleased with herself.
She shrunk back to her diminutive stature and zipped out of the room just as the first light of day was creeping over the horizon.
The crucial mistake she had made was that this floor was co-ed, and in turn the room she had flown into belonged to none other than our protagonist...
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