It was luckily not really outside of her building, if she took a walkway that sometimes was not a walkway but a door that dropped straight to the ground three stories below.
Tracey grumbled as she pulled on a gray coat with a fake fur lining over her striped black and white shirt, deciding that as much as she loved that dumb boy, she'd rather brave the cold than brave possible loss of limbs for him right at that moment.
It took her about fifteen minutes to make it to his hall and find her way to his room (only after she'd asked just about everyone where the stairs were), shivering the whole way.
Tracey knocked on door 231 and waited impatiently.OOC- thread begins here.
quote of the day from yet another troll:
I dare you to do something completely expected. Because rebellion against the expected is so commonplace that it's become the norm, and is thus expected. Are we so desperate for individualism that we need to rebel against every status quo in existence?
Tracey honestly hadn't even heard of Hipwort Hall until Miles posted it into her journal. She stared at the name, and then spent ten minutes feeling like a massive nerd as she searched her torn-to-hell first year map for the said hall.