Room 310, Wednesday Evening

[bookwormwood]

Napolean had become more and more proficient at jumping onto high surfaces. Matilda had to find more creative hiding places for things he'd usually want to tear up or knock off ledges. She spent a good amount of the evening clearing away anything he might break and she felt like it was time for a break before getting back to studying. It had been awhile since she'd just sat down and listened to music. She lay back on her bed and just let the song play. Sure she listened to Vanessa Carlton. Shhh. Guilty pleasure. And she hopes she's singing quiet enough that no one hears it.

If I could fall
Into the sky...

((OOC: Open))