Room 205, Friday afternoon [NFB]

[sneerkite]

Steerpike was looking over his plans, making sure that it looked like everything was in order and trying to work out a good day for him to put them into action.

Soon, that was all he knew. Very, very soon.

[ooc: for them what knows who they are, NFB, please!]

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[misshargrove]

Annette did find her way to the second floor, she also slowly crept up on room 205. Looking around to see that she wasn't observed, she leaned her ear close to his door, listening.

[sneerkite]

She didn't hear much. I mean, come on, he's not talking, just flipping through papers and such.

[misshargrove]

She frowned and listened further. Paper crinkling. That's it. She bet if she listened close enough she could hear him breathing. Or his roommate. Crap. She didn't think about his roommate.

Mustering up the courage, she brought her knuckle up and knocked on his door.

[sneerkite]

Steerpike calmly tucked the more . . . sensitive papers into one of his class textbooks and continued to look over his notes from Revolutions. "Come in," he called.