Ashya pulled the door open, finding out that she was right, the corridor was empty, and tugged Loic out of the dormitory before he could get any funny ideas and dive back into it for safety. Closing the door with her foot she turned to face the boy, placing her hands on her hips and drawing herself up even though she couldn't match his height.
"Stop complaining!" she told him, eyeing him sternly. "How old are you, anyway? Forty?" Forty was not just old, but ancient already, in her book. "Shouldn't you be making the most of the time before you're fully templared and have even more rules to follow?"
She considered him for a few moments, before shaking her head and reaching forward to fix the cloak tied around his neck. His hair was a mess, his shirt was half open, and his cloak completely lopsided. Boys! Completely hopeless when left to their own devices. She tugged it until he wasn't likely to strangle himself with it while walking and then stepped away, the sparkle returning to her eyes as she whirled around once before turning to face him again, hands clasped behind her back.
"Come oooon...Owain's locked it up for the night. I want to go see what's in there." Apprentices were never allowed in - actually, she was pretty certain no one was allowed inside except maybe (grudgingly) the First Enchanter. For someone with no emotions, Owain certainly took care of the stockroom protectively, almost lovingly.