Room 415, Thursday Morning
It would be an understatement to say Cassandra was still confused about the weekend. She remembered some stretches of it, yet others had faded. She had woken up to the name 'Cory' written on the back of a sheet of paper on her desk, on Monday, but she could not figure out what that might have meant.
It was Thursday now. She was attempting to put the entire matter out of her mind.
After all, they were now into the second week of the summer term, and she had still found no way to leave.
So she would be at that desk, the Cory-sheet tucked away in her drawer, reading through the last of the tomes on magic she had found in the library. Sigh.
[[ door open, and so is the post. ]]
It was Thursday now. She was attempting to put the entire matter out of her mind.
After all, they were now into the second week of the summer term, and she had still found no way to leave.
So she would be at that desk, the Cory-sheet tucked away in her drawer, reading through the last of the tomes on magic she had found in the library. Sigh.
[[ door open, and so is the post. ]]