Week Eighteen: Thursday Who: Cissy and Simon When: Thursday Night around 11 Where: Simon's room
Being covert was not exactly Cissy's forte as she had never had to be sneaky in her entire life. If she wanted to do something, wrong or otherwise, she simply did it and there was never anyone to tell her no. Here, that was a different story. She wasn't supposed to be out and about this late. She wasn't supposed to be in the boys dormitory. She certainly wasn't supposed to be in Simon's room, but boredom and curiosity had triggered this little venture and she was going to see it through until she either made it there or she got caught and sent back to her room.
Deciding to wear her bedroom shoes because they were more quiet than anything else she owned, Cissy stole into the dark, into the night, to venture into territory that was forbidden to her. There was a close call or two, a wandering student in the halls that may or may not have told on her, but the fact that he was in the same house, at the very least, made it much easier for her to find her way to his room than it would have otherwise.
At last, the door was before her, and while it may have been safe to assume that the door would be locked and she would have to knock before she could enter, something told her to try the knob first and she found it to be conveniently unlocked. Pushing the door open, she slipped inside and closed it behind her just as quickly before eyes stole a look around the room and found him laying upon his bed. "I told you that I'd eventually get tired of it." There was no more introduction given than that before, pajama clad, she made her way over to have a seat on the side of his bed.