Rika could only be extremely suspicious at the way Hitomi had whispered that...<em>"Come prepared..."</em>What on earth was<em>that</em>supposed to mean?! It only got more suspicious as...Trina was it? As Trina took her leave so abruptly. Rika stood, the chair sliding out behind her. She took a couple big gulps from the goblet, slamming it back onto the table with a satisfactory sigh. She wiped her mouth, quickly making her ways through the corridors. She wandered for a bit,<em>...they said they were meeting at ten on the seventh floor...</em>Nearly subconsciously, that is right where she found herself as Trina was making her way down the hall. Rika quickly hid behind one of the statues, watching as the girl paced, a door appearing, where she went in. Rika quickly approached the door, but it quickly dissolved back into wall as she came closer. She placed her hand against it.<br/><br/>"The Room of Requirement? I thought that was just a rumour..." Rika grumbled, knowing there was nothing she could do now. So she went back to her room, slipping in just<em>after</em>curfew. Like she ever<em>really</em>held to the rules anyway. She could usually flirt her way out of any situation, and now having that little badge gave her so many more excuses. She stretched her arms, walking in the room. The three girls that she shared the room with were already sound asleep. Rika slipped off her robe, unhooking the bra and letting it fall to the floor before kicking it beneath her bed. She pulled a white silk nightgown, with fringed edges from her trunk, slipping it on, and slipping between the sheets of her bed. With a flick of her wand, the dim light was diminished, and she was left to silently ponder what was going on in the 'private session' Trina was receiving.