With my bowl of potato salad, I ventured out into the dormitory. I hadn"t breached the third floor yet and for good reason. It was certainly not acceptable for first-years to enter unless specifically asked. Most of the girls were shooting me weird looks as I stepped into their hallway, wingless and wolfless. A clear sign I was a first-year.
Part of me beamed with pride that I managed to get in with the it crowd on my first week here. Another, bigger part of me was just incredibly nervous and sweaty.
I gulped my nerves back, reminding myself that I was invited up here.
With my heart beating in my throat, I braved the long hallway up to room fifteen. Why did it have to be the last room?
The faint music escaping through the cracks of the door was perfectly pleasurable and I hoped I wasn
