Room 420, Thursday Evening
Xanthippe was sitting on her bed, and studying hard.
Not that you could tell. Since the door to the hallway was open, her textbook had been pretty awkwardly jammed in between the pages of a fashion magazine that juuuust about covered the book. Just about. Look, she was ready to slam the whole thing shut and stick it under some pillows if anyone came by.
Like a non-lame person. Sure.
A non-lame person who just really needed to cram for some of her independent study stuff, right now.
[ooc: Open door, open post!]
Not that you could tell. Since the door to the hallway was open, her textbook had been pretty awkwardly jammed in between the pages of a fashion magazine that juuuust about covered the book. Just about. Look, she was ready to slam the whole thing shut and stick it under some pillows if anyone came by.
Like a non-lame person. Sure.
A non-lame person who just really needed to cram for some of her independent study stuff, right now.
[ooc: Open door, open post!]