Room 507, Saturday

[nadiathesaint]

After spending most of the day yesterday picking up and dropping off Moral, watching the havok, talking to Marty, chasing Moral all over the place, only to get adopted and then subsequently chewed out by Marty and Veronica for most of the night, Nadia was hiding out in her room.

Her music was on, Furrball was chasing his mouse, and she was actually getting in some classwork, studying, and reading.

Anything to avoid another lecture on not taunting the bigmeanscarydemon. Even though all Belthazor had done was glare at her. . . .