Room 422, Thursday Afternoon
Will puttered around her room, trying to unpack the last of the stuff she'd brought with her from Heatherfield. She'd used her energy power to run her frog-shaped radio while she looked for a plug-in on her side of the room, and after a short argument with the thing (it wanted oldies music, she wanted top 40), they'd managed to agree on a station that played a bit of both. And seemed to have a pirate for a DJ.
She'd found an extra set of sheets her Mom had packed in her bag, and was currently trying to decide whether to hang them up as a curtain to make things less embarrassing for her and Teddy, or to just stick them in the closet.
(OOC: Open! That she's using magic is NFB, but anything else is fine.)
She'd found an extra set of sheets her Mom had packed in her bag, and was currently trying to decide whether to hang them up as a curtain to make things less embarrassing for her and Teddy, or to just stick them in the closet.
(OOC: Open! That she's using magic is NFB, but anything else is fine.)