Evie had waited until after the football game to open up her presents from her parents, and was gleefully eating a cupcake as she read her mother's letter.

She stopped eating and re-read the last page with concern, then slowly went back to evaluating her presents, thinking hard.

[ooc: open! Evie is 17 today, yay. Or, you know, 107.]

The girl on the bed in room 512 awoke and stretched, yawning, and looking around with bleary eyes at all the papers and pens and scrolls and ink spread around the room. "Goodness." She tilted her head to study the other girl asleep on the window-seat, and then glanced down at herself, frowning.

"I'm Roman?"