Week Thirteen: Wednesday Who: James and Nell (Or will it be Blake) When: Evening Where: Nell's room What: James drops by for a surprise visit.
The House of Fire was feeling too oppressing. Knowing that Natalia was there and knowing that it was in his best interest, and hers too, perhaps, that he not see her, was sometimes a bit too much for him to take, and he found himself, more often than not, wandering around anywhere else he could find to wander in order to avoid thinking about that, in order to avoid feeling it. Tonight it just so happened that those wanderings had led him to Zephyr house, not a place he was supposed to be, but half the fun in life was being places that you shouldn't.
He had found out ages ago that Nell was a resident of this house. He had found out which room she was in even, and who her roommate was though it wasn't shocking that she would choose her sister. Had he a sibling here, and the choice of rooming with them or some random stranger, he would certainly have chosen the former. He hadn't let her know, however, that he had this knowledge, nor that he had sought it out. Tonight seemed like the time for it though. He had nothing better to do, after all.
The room, once he found it, careful to avoid running across anyone who might send him in the other direction, was empty. A knock, two knocks, and a few words spoken had produced no response. So what did he do? He'd not been so cautious in sneaking into her dorm that he was ready to just turn around and head back out. So instead he took a credit card, slipped it into the door to jimmy the lock, again, half the fun in life with the youth of the rich was seeing what you could get away with, and let himself in.
After roaming about the room for a moment, looking at the various things strewn about, he picked the bed which most seemed like it would be hers, and made himself at home. There he would wait, body stretched out, back against the bed, arms folded beneath his head, for her to arrive.