Thespian + Yeknom's dorm.

(Right now Yeknom is totally lost so she is sleeping in one of the guys' dorms.)

Thespia swung open the dorm door, and jumped. "It's fine Thes, it's just a door" She reassured herself, and continued in. She was glad of one thing as she looked around, she had her own small room in the small room. She figured it was the one that said "Welcome Thespia" on the sanded brown door. She smiled and opened it to enter her mini room. There was a small twin mattress on stands that held it two feet off the ground. The walls were black and mint green in stripes with a forest painted on one wall.
"Is the head of this school, like, psychic, or something?" She laughed. She set her suitcase beside her new bed and started to unload her bedding. Her mint green comforter, her ant themed sheets, her brown pillowcase. Next she unloaded her mushroom field guides, bird handbooks and other factual kits from her bag. She set them on the-(How Ironic!) mint green bookshelf. Below them on a shelf she set her favorite novels, and below that her study books. She then set her mushroom samples from her old house, her pictures, her triops, her ecosystem and her trinkets and collections.

Thespia smiled out her window at the darkening sky, then sat back down at her bed, and opened up her suitcase, unloading her clothes. Then she lifted a large shiny metal pet carrier, unlatching the door of it as an annoyed caterwaul broke out from within it.
"Okay okay." Thespia muttered, releasing an angry Red tabby pointed Birman cat along with a quiet chocolate Ragdoll kitten and a Torbie British Shorthair kitten.

Yeknom slowly made her way to the door. She opened it slowly, as to not awaken anyone if they were inside. She moved around to closing the door, and instantly made her way to a wall, feeling it.

She let the eight month old Birman kitty wander, but she pulled the two runt kittens into her arms. "I told you I wouldn't let them kill you," She smiled. "Birmy and I promised didn't we?" She stroked the male British Shorthair delicately.
"I think we should call you, Brish. Ha, Brish." She looked over at Birmy as he jumped up onto her bed, finished with inspecting. "What shall we call this one Birmy?" She called to the large cat. Birmy swished his tail and looked as if to concentrate. Thespia got the memo, a mental picture of a delicate yellow flower, a lily. "Okay then, we'll call you Lily."
Lily purred, and she set her on the bed beside Brish, and unloaded a very small, soft, round, bed. She set the two kittens on it and crawled under HER covers, Birmy curling up at the end of her bed.