Room 59 was a plain, but comfortable dormitory. Two neatly made beds stood on opposite ends of the room. The tidiness of the room made her feel unwelcome, but she entered the dorm anyway. After all, she couldn't stay at the doorway forever.
The room was rather stuffy, even after Marie had opened the window to let a breeze in. Choosing the left-hand side bed, she set her cello case carefully beside the bed, dumped her luggage in a corner, and threw her weight onto the bed, grimmacing as the too-soft mattress sank in around her body. Marie closed her eyes. It had been a long journey, and she was tired. Not sleepy though. Her heart was thumping way too fast, her muscles tense. Was it fear? Nervousness? Her father would have scoffed, said that such a coward was no daughter of his.
Marie almost laughed out loud at that thought. What did she care for her father's opinions now? She was in a boarding school, miles away from her father, and from her clan.
It's the room, she decided. I'm still not used to confined spaces. Pushing herself off her bed, shouldered her cello case, and headed out of the room.
A walk in the grounds will clear my head, she thought. Or a quiet place to practice. Maybe I'll meet one or two of my new schoolmates somewhere around...