As of late, Althea had been restless. Mostly because her scarab was constantly trying her patience, but also mostly due to her brothers feeling the need to broaden their horizons via socialization. With other people. People that weren't related to them. Meaning: not Althea. She was annoyed as she marched into the dormitory, eyebrows furrowed, muttering to herself. (Really she was telling off the interloping whisperers that kept bothering her all day. She didn't have time for their incessant chatter!)

Plopping down on her bed, because she felt the need to do everything dramatically, the fourth year placed her pillow over her face in order to muffle her shrieking. Instantly, she'd felt relieved. With flushed cheeks, she removed her pillow and exhaled. "I really need to find better ways to unwind."