Room 317, Monday Night

Z lay sprawled on her bed, flipping through the copy of The Jade Flower she'd checked out of the library and snickering at some of the writing. She could probably do better than this. Well. Maybe.

((For someone who knows who he is. Probably going to be NWS.))

Room 317, Tuesday Morning/Afternoon

After kicking Alec out (nicely, because mmm) Z took a quick shower and got ready for the day, wearing civvies because, well, she wanted to. Then she flopped down on the spare bed to read more of The Jade Flower. The door was propped open.