Fifth floor common room, Sunday evening

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Will put on a Cobalt Blue CD and curled up with a notebook on one of the couches in the fifth floor common room. She felt like writing a letter home to let her Mom know how she was doing at her new school, but couldn't find the right words to say. Somehow, her stationary had managed to spread itself out over a whole table, except for the bit where a half-full coffee mug sat.

Most of the writing she was doing at the moment sure looked a lot like staring off into space.



(Open.)