Room 503 - Thursday Evening

Dōjima was feeling a bit better after her chat with Hannibal, even if she did still want to shake a certain poet senseless.

It was not, however, enough to lessen her desire to binge on more junk food as she went over the handouts from today's Thaumaturgy class, and wince slightly at the meanings and uses of lilies.

Well, no one had ever tried to claim she was a sweet and harmless girl, at least...

[Door and post are open!]