Room 312, Saturday evening

[blondecanary]

Dinah was packing, and finishing wrapping presents, since she was going home late tomorrow, and looking forward to it. And she'd had time at the pool with Jak yesterday, and said goodbye and given him his Christmas presents earlier in the day, and that had turned out... really well. No mistletoe needed, nope. Plus there'd been last night's Common Room of Silliness to break up the weekend.

Just getting the last of her stuff together, she left the door open so the strains of U2 and Baby, Please Come Home (for Christmas) could drift out into the hallway.

[mostly establishy/linkdropping, but open if you want it to be.]