Beatrice's roommate was currently out of the dormitory doing goodness knows what – working, perhaps, but she hadn't been listening very attentively when Alma informed her of her plans before heading out the door – and so she had decided to take advantage of the fact that she had the place to herself and do some yoga in the living room. She could easily have done it in her bedroom, but she found that the lighting in the sitting room provided a better aura, owing to the fact that it was far more flattering than the light in her bedroom, and Beatrice liked to admire herself in the mirror as she exercised.
She had no sooner positioned herself on her exercise mat than she was rudely interrupted by the dull thud of music, something droning and depressing and not at all to her taste, coming from the dormitory next to hers. That particular dorm had been empty for quite some time and had recently been taken possession of by a solitary new girl. She evidently wasn't aware of the fact that the walls were not soundproofed – or she was aware of it and just didn't care. Either way, she was ruining Beatrice's efforts to find her centre and achieve a state of complete and utter relaxation. Huffing and puffing to herself, the redhead scrambled to her feet and walked out into the corridor, without bothering to change or at least throw a dressing gown over her leotard.
The droning music grew louder and louder as Beatrice approached the door and gave it a sharp rap which was, she believed, loud enough to catch her neighbour's attention over the sound of the dreadful music. She waited for a few moments, only to receive no response, and in a flighty fit of impatience began to hammer on the door with her fist.
"There are other people living in the building, you know!" she cried, attracting attention from one of her neighbours across the hall, the head of whom popped out from behind her door in order to see what was happening. "I know you can hear me!"