Hugo trudged down the hallway, his face twisted into a deep frown like someone had just stolen his last snack.
He was still bitter about something he'd seen earlier—a perfectly round bun in the common area.
It was so round, so smooth, it reminded him of moons. And moons, naturally, reminded him of Luna. That thought alone was enough to sour his mood even more.
He pushed open the door to his dorm room, half expecting some peace and quiet to brood in. Instead, the smell of melted cheese and tomato sauce hit him square in the nose.
There, sprawled across his bed with one hand clutching a greasy slice of pizza and the other resting on his stomach, was Collins.
Two more unopened pizza boxes sat beside him like loyal guards.
"Hey," Hugo mumbled, shutting the door behind him.
Collins waved lazily with the hand holding the pizza, a chunk of pepperoni flopping to the floor. "Yo. Welcome to the party."
