Kingsley nodded at Rita's question. He reached behind him, and showed Rita the sloppy package. Standing, he took a few steps and handed it to her. The dorm room wasn't huge, but the beds weren't cramped. Kingsley had always liked the dorm rooms, but he was entirely convinced they'd been getting bigger every year. "It's not much," Kingsley admitted. Moving to the end of the big, he leaned against Gilderoy's bedpost. It hadn't occurred to Kingsley to ask why Rita knew which bed was Gilderoy's, and just how much time had she spent in here? Clearing his throat, Kingsley was beginning to wish he hadn't agreed to this. He wasn't in the best frame of mind, and Rita really wasn't the kind of person to offer comfort. "So, uh, how has your day been so far?"