Whippersnapper had easily finished all of his homework and was sitting in his two bedroom dorm alone; like most pixies, Whip didn’t much care for being alone and he was more than a little disappointed that the other room in his suite hadn’t been filled. House Arvandor had all sorts of wonderful roomies for him to wish for…another pixie, demigods, nephilim, aliens, fairies and even angels. He took the cap from his head and ran his fingers through his jet black hair…he certainly didn’t want a banshee though; they also lived at House Arvandor.
For a moment, Whip thought that he might fly back to the community of ‘Woodland Pond at Manchester’ and check on the Maguires and his brother, Raggs, but he’d done that just hours ago. All of his pixie chores were completed for the elderly couple and, ever since Whip had bought his younger brother a computer, the 13 year old had been addicted to Facebook and computer games.
“What to do…what to do..”, Whip sang the little mantra as he tapped his full lower lip and looked around his room…then an idea popped into his head, “Anton!”, he exclaimed with a smile, “I’ll figure out what Anton is!!” Whip knew the pale, yet handsome boy was housed here in House Arvandor, so he only had to use some deductive reasoning and detective skills to help the poor confused soul. Looking at himself in the mirror and wiggling his pointed ears, he giggled, “Well, he’s no pixie, that’s for sure…and he didn’t have wings, so he’s not a fairie or an angel either.” Opening his mouth wide and holding his hands in the air, Whip made himself laugh, “…I’m pretty sure he’s no Banshee…so that leaves Demigod or Nephilim…hmmmm, I think a certain pixie needs to go to the library.”
Hurrying down to the library, Whip headed for the Paranormal Diversity section and withdrew a book about demigods and a book about nephilim; he had decided to take them over to one of the study tables and use the computer there to type out a list of anything he saw in either of the books that fit Anton’s description. As he was carrying the two big books out of the aisle, Whip bumped into a cart that was coming around out of the Fiction section, “Owwie!”, he groaned, teasingly, “Call an ambulance! Call a lawyer! Call a priest! No wait…nix the priest…I don’t think they really like pixies, do they?” After throwing himself on the floor, Whip levitated to an upright position and offered the young lady with the cart his hand, “Hello, I’m Whippersnapper, but please, call me Whip or Whipper, whichever! Just having a bit of fun”, he gestured with his thumb to the floor, where he had fallen.