William left the principal's office, his mind still reeling from the events that had just transpired. He had narrowly avoided exposing himself during the interrogation, but now he had a different task: settling into his new room. After walking across the academy grounds, he reached the admissions building and collected his materials. As expected, they handed him a familiar box and gave him his new room number—Room 092.
Carrying the box under one arm, William made his way to the dormitory. As he stood at the door, he heard the chatter of his new roommates inside. He groaned internally. "So much for having the room to myself," he muttered. "There goes my plan of bringing belles here every day."
He sighed and mumbled, "I just hope none of them have a thousand baby oils lying around."
