Lauren pushed the door of the dormitory open, slowly and quietly, hoping that she wasn't disturbing any new roomies.
She smiled at the girls, already on or around their beds and said "Evening girls!" and then made her way to the other side of the room, where her stuff was: her battered travelling trunk and her pet ferret, Bruiser. Immediately the little creature scampered up Lauren's arm when she sat on the plush, comfortable bed.