Evie hadn't needed to sleep with the teddy bear last night, but she was rather sad that she had to go back to wearing skirts and blouse. Why hadn't she packed more dig clothes?
Still, at least she'd met some more new people yesterday--
Agnes seemed quite nice,
Peter and
Nadia and
Pip had been helpful, and
Dean Forrester had been nice and handsome and... well. Anyway. Plus, there had been mochas and deep conversation with
Jack, who was possibly the silliest person aside from Jonathan that she'd ever met.
It was probably time to start unpacking the rest of her books. Or Layla might think that trunk in the corner was a piece of furniture.
[ooc: open for the roomie especially, but anyone else is welcome too.]