Lilith quickly regretted taking the high road and agreeing to come to Hogwarts. She should have taken her grandmother's offer and remained at Ilvermorny. But noooooo. She had to play the role of the good daughter.

This was too stressful. If she got a pimple for this she was going to set something on fire.

Anywaaaaaaay. With the freedom to go to bed, Lilith went ahead and followed the Slytherins' down to her new living space. It was all...green...no natural light. Eh. She was far too mentally exhausted to care about that. She just needed her bed. She slipped into her dorm only to storm back out in less than a second, practically fuming from her ears.

"Who...touched my things?" she asked in a low, yet firm voice. No shouting. Not on the first day, anyway.

OH. But just then....

Ohhhhh....ewwwww. EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

A boy threw up and she momentarily forgot about the state of her belongings.