ooc// Yah. They rock! LOL.
bic// "No!" Lena cried out, as she was shoved out of the headmaster's office. Infuriated, holding the key he had given her, she held back the desire to burn down the door and the office itself. Lena started to walk down the hall, her silvery-white hair billowing in the slight draft that was coming through the forever open windows. It was beautiful, it reminded Lena of the trip she had taken to Greece, what with the bougainvillea. It was a horrible attempt, though, if you had already seen the real thing. She continued walking until she found her dorm. Lena shoved the key in, miraculously not damaging either the door or the key, and opened the door. She groaned. It looked like jail.
This was going to be hell.