snorted at him. "It's a leprechaun coin. Those marks on your hips prove it. You were visited by a leprechaun last night. And now that you've been visited, there's no harm to me."
"Oh, yeah?" Luke retorted. "Then why didn't he take his coin back?"
Vic stopped walking and turned the coin over in his palm. "Huh. It's got writing on it. Didn't see it there yesterday."
He handed it off to Mitch, the expert in the house of all things old. "Rune, right there," Vic said, pointing. Luke craned his neck to see what they were talking about but all he saw were a few scratches along the edge.
Mitch pushed it back into his hand and took a step back hurriedly. "It's yours. You keep it."
Luke frowned at him. "Why? What's that rune?"
Mitch shook his head and pulled Vic back. "Wynn. It's the mark for wishes. You've been claimed by a leprechaun."
Luke was about to laugh when he saw the serious faces of the other two. "Oh shit."
"That about sums it up, mate," Vic told him with a cheeky grin. "On the other hand, the sex last night must have been pretty great for him to want to keep you around."
Luke laughed and slipped the coin into his back pocket. Being claimed by Arn didn't sound half bad.
They ate breakfast in a hurry then rushed off to their classes with Vic driving the old sedan. Luke had never quite gotten the hang of driving on the wrong side of the road. There was barely enough time for Luke to run to his first class when they parked in a small lot just a few blocks from the small campus.
He slid into his seat, sweaty and panting, just before his history professor walked in. "Luke Arrington?" he called, a piece of paper waving in his hand.
"Yes sir?" Luke answered, even as he slinked down into his seat. He'd never been called out for anything. And he hadn't broken any school rules. His mind started to race as he wondered what could be on that little slip of paper as his professor approached him.
"Professor Trendlehoot has requested your immediate presence," the man told him, placing the paper on the well worn desk in front of Luke.
The unfamiliar name snapped him out of his thoughts. "Who?" He'd never heard of that professor and certainly hadn't had him for his class.
"Trend-le-hoot," his professor pronounced for him, as if he hadn't heard. "Go out of this building, go right, walk down three buildings and you'll find him."
Luke nodded and folded the summons. He was slipping it into his pocket when his professor cleared his foot. "What are you waiting for? Go, now. The professor said that it was urgent in his note."
His mouth fell open. "But can't I just wait until the end of class?" he asked quietly. The other students were starting to get restless around him and he felt a bit odd being on display for their amusement.
The professor shook his head and pointed toward the door. Luke didn't try to argue a second time as he gathered his things and made his way out of the class, his cheeks flaming red as he stepped into the hallway. He took a deep breath, ignored the voice in his head that kept wondering what he must have done wrong to attract an unknown professor's attention and followed the directions to a building he'd never even noticed before.
"All right… well… I'd better just do it," he mumbled to himself as he went in. The first door on his left had a large brass nameplate on it proclaiming it to be the office of Professor Edgar Trendlehoot. Luke took a breath and knocked.
"Enter," a deep voice boomed from beyond.
Luke pulled his backpack up higher on his shoulder and went inside. He was surprised to see an attractive man only a few years older than himself sitting behind the large, mahogany desk. The door closed loudly behind him and Luke flinched at the sound.
"Professor? I'm Luke Arrington. You sent a note for me to come see you, sir," Luke said. The man slowly rose from his desk. He hadn't stopped staring at him and began to slowly walk toward Luke. Luke was beginning to feel uncomfortable, as he backed
"Oh, yeah?" Luke retorted. "Then why didn't he take his coin back?"
Vic stopped walking and turned the coin over in his palm. "Huh. It's got writing on it. Didn't see it there yesterday."
He handed it off to Mitch, the expert in the house of all things old. "Rune, right there," Vic said, pointing. Luke craned his neck to see what they were talking about but all he saw were a few scratches along the edge.
Mitch pushed it back into his hand and took a step back hurriedly. "It's yours. You keep it."
Luke frowned at him. "Why? What's that rune?"
Mitch shook his head and pulled Vic back. "Wynn. It's the mark for wishes. You've been claimed by a leprechaun."
Luke was about to laugh when he saw the serious faces of the other two. "Oh shit."
"That about sums it up, mate," Vic told him with a cheeky grin. "On the other hand, the sex last night must have been pretty great for him to want to keep you around."
Luke laughed and slipped the coin into his back pocket. Being claimed by Arn didn't sound half bad.
They ate breakfast in a hurry then rushed off to their classes with Vic driving the old sedan. Luke had never quite gotten the hang of driving on the wrong side of the road. There was barely enough time for Luke to run to his first class when they parked in a small lot just a few blocks from the small campus.
He slid into his seat, sweaty and panting, just before his history professor walked in. "Luke Arrington?" he called, a piece of paper waving in his hand.
"Yes sir?" Luke answered, even as he slinked down into his seat. He'd never been called out for anything. And he hadn't broken any school rules. His mind started to race as he wondered what could be on that little slip of paper as his professor approached him.
"Professor Trendlehoot has requested your immediate presence," the man told him, placing the paper on the well worn desk in front of Luke.
The unfamiliar name snapped him out of his thoughts. "Who?" He'd never heard of that professor and certainly hadn't had him for his class.
"Trend-le-hoot," his professor pronounced for him, as if he hadn't heard. "Go out of this building, go right, walk down three buildings and you'll find him."
Luke nodded and folded the summons. He was slipping it into his pocket when his professor cleared his foot. "What are you waiting for? Go, now. The professor said that it was urgent in his note."
His mouth fell open. "But can't I just wait until the end of class?" he asked quietly. The other students were starting to get restless around him and he felt a bit odd being on display for their amusement.
The professor shook his head and pointed toward the door. Luke didn't try to argue a second time as he gathered his things and made his way out of the class, his cheeks flaming red as he stepped into the hallway. He took a deep breath, ignored the voice in his head that kept wondering what he must have done wrong to attract an unknown professor's attention and followed the directions to a building he'd never even noticed before.
"All right… well… I'd better just do it," he mumbled to himself as he went in. The first door on his left had a large brass nameplate on it proclaiming it to be the office of Professor Edgar Trendlehoot. Luke took a breath and knocked.
"Enter," a deep voice boomed from beyond.
Luke pulled his backpack up higher on his shoulder and went inside. He was surprised to see an attractive man only a few years older than himself sitting behind the large, mahogany desk. The door closed loudly behind him and Luke flinched at the sound.
"Professor? I'm Luke Arrington. You sent a note for me to come see you, sir," Luke said. The man slowly rose from his desk. He hadn't stopped staring at him and began to slowly walk toward Luke. Luke was beginning to feel uncomfortable, as he backed
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