3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Evening
Having rummaged through every drawer in Angela's room to no avail, the gremlin-bitten girl went to what looked like some kind of living room. She climbed up on the counter and started poking through the cabinets; there had to be alcohol somewhere.
After all, this was, like, some fancy boarding school, right?
After all, this was, like, some fancy boarding school, right?