UGH. Ronnie was NOT in a good mood. First, that stupid speech at the feast with all the news about the cuts...then the bloody turnstiles... she didn't wanna know what would happen next.

She sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose at the smell. Yuck! That smelled like... mold or something! Had they even cleaned this place up over the summer?! Was it that hard to do...?

She made her way over to one of the chairs in front of the fire and plopped into it and a cloud of dust burst into the air. Ronnie coughed and angrily wiped at the dust to get it out of her face. She growled. This was so not what she had been looking forward to on the train ride here.

This was going to be a really dumb last year for her...