Sierra strolled down the corridor, a piece of parchment already tucked into her hand. She'd changed her mind about this three different times on the way over, but now the door to Schirmer's office was lurking right in front of her, and it was almost like it was taunting her to come inside.
She took a careful look down the corridor. She wasn't going to do this if there were people watching. Finally, she stuffed the piece of parchment into the slit of the mailbox and jerked her hand away so quickly you'd think she'd believed there was a grindylow inside.
...and now, it was time to wait.