Room 227, Sunday Afternoon

Sam had left on Friday, and so had Natalie, though with a different destination. She'd spent a couple of days in Montreal, just reading and playing the piano and getting stuff in order for the new term, and maybe avoiding the initial rush of new people into town and the dorms.

But now, she was back. Unlocking the door, setting Mr. Moxy down on the floor (where he immediately scurried off after a toy that she hadn't taken with them), taking a look around the room. Only one side was still full of stuff, but the two beds were still pushed together to make one way too large for her and her not particularly restless way of sleeping.

But she didn't feel like getting to work on separating them yet. Too much effort for someone just fresh off a portal, or so she told herself.

She sighed, quietly, then got to unpacking.

[ooc: Open door/post, my guests just left.]