The utterly impenetrable Anabeth Greyvson was bored beyond measure. Really, truly beyond measure. There wasn’t a mathematical equation that could prove it, nor disprove it. She was simple bored.

So bored in fact that she was lying on the end of her bed, her head precariously dangling off of the mattress. Really, if anything happened she’d have to flop and flip and squirm her way off, or just tumble. Tumble into a heap and roll off of her very own trunk.

That was beside the point.

”I wanna go exploring,” she huffed, not looking at any of her dormmates. Really, the term had hardly started and she was already itching for an adventure….wasn’t that like, not on par with her chosen house? Maybe, but maybe she just wanted to form a little gang of babysnakes to take over the world.