Charlotte looked at the clothes in Nicolette's hands after she denied and nodded her head. She started to make her way to the door, but not before calling over her shoulder. "I'll be back." With that, she left the room. The 19 year old was going to get her clothes, necessities, and other personal goods so she could officially move it with Nicolette. When she left, she let the door stay ajar for when she came back, so she wouldn't have to knock or try to open the door.
Charlotte found her way to her original room easily. She wasn't feeling up to packing, but she didn't want to use her powers to put clothes in a bag. She walked in to the room and pulled the suitcase and black backpack out from under her bed. After unzipping both, she shrugged her shoulders and lifted her hands. Her door was closed and she most likely wasn't going to be able to do this in her new room. Why not do it now? Her eyes turned black and her hair started to rise and wave, as if a fan were blowing on her. Soon all of her belongings were circling her. She moved her hands to the bags, and her clothing, shoes, and necessities filled the suitcase, while her other personal belongings filled the backpack. She dropped her hands and her eyes returned to normal, along with her hair. Smirking, she walked to the bags and put the backpack on, then started to tug along the case.
On her way back to her new dorm, she observed a few individuals wandering the hallways.
Curious or bored, most likely. She thought. While she was thinking and not paying attention, she ran right into a blue-haired male. Stumbling back a bit from the shock, she regained her balance and lifted her head to see who she had bumped into. "Uh, sorry," she said. Instead of it being a statement, the apology sounded close to a question.