Cassandra found her room right next to Erika's and sighed heavily when she finally shut the door behind her. The room was plain with a standard bed and fire blanket, standard wooden desk and wardrobe. A rickety dresser stood opposite the bed, the drawers crooked and stained. Even though she was weary from the trip here, she relied very little on sleep. Perhaps it was her small size and her habit of subtle movements that helped conserve her energy, but she decided to spend an hour redecorating her room to better suit her and make her feel more comfortable.<br/><br/>When she was done, she gazed around the room more content. Her suitcase had yet to be opened, but now silk sheets and a feather down comforter dressed the bed, lace and batten curtains hung in the window, lace doilies were laid across most surfaces, and an elegant tea set placed on the desk.<br/><br/>All pulled out of her small purse...<br/><br/>With her new home now curtailed to her liking, she finally unpacked her suitcase into her wardrobe, donned a night gown and jumped in the bed, drifting off to sleep.<br/><br/>-----------------------------<br/><br/>The next morning scared the crap out of her. She bolted upright in bed in a panic and tears formed in her eyes as she tried to figure out what that god awful sound was. She had never owned an alarm clock and was always woken by someone else in a more pleasing manner than this. Once she realized it was coming from outside, her heart began to slow to a more manageable rate, wiping the tears from her face.<br/><br/>"Oh, how embarrassing...." she muttered to herself. After getting dressed and brushing her long hair, she opened the wardrobe to look at herself in the mirror on the inside of the door. When she was satisfied with her appearance, she finally left her room and locked it behind her to head to the bathroom, meeting up with the same group as before as they headed to class.<br/><br/>Cassy fell in beside Erika who seemed in rough of shape as the rest while she was convinced she herself looked the same as the day before.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> "I don't know how I'm supposed to stay awake through the day. Anybody know if there'll be coffee or something somewhere?"</span>Erika asked. Cassy giggled and tugged on Erika's sleeve as they walked.<br/><br/>"Dark, medium, or light roast?" She asked, her hand on her purse, "I was taught at a very young age to always be prepared." With Erika's response, she reached in and pulled out a small thermos, pulling the wrong one at first then replacing it to pull the correct one. She unscrewed the top and poured a cup for her, the steam rising from it as if it were brewed but a moment ago.<br/><br/>"Anyone else for a cup?" she asked as they filed into their homeroom. She noticed they were the only ones there so far and she wondered where everyone was, "I don't suppose we are early? Did we miss something? Do they serve a breakfast of some sort before class?"