 Strickles®
If the school had been built to lose the students then the architect's vision had been fulfilled. After the endless staircases and long corridors they had finally found their way to the top of the school. Through a narrow hole hidden behind a portrait of an obese woman in an atrocious pink frock and they were in a vibrantly crimson room filled with armchairs and couches. Not that Bree had noticed any of this. After the third flight of stairs she had been so exhausted that it was all she could do to keep breathing and walking. She hadn't even paid any attention to her surrounding or which stairs they had taken. She thought dimly that this would be a problem in the morning but right now all she wanted to see was a bed with pillows and sheets.
There were stairs with a small sign indicating the direction to the girls' dormitories. Without even taking the time to look about herself she made her way up these stairs desperate for a nightcap. |