Snippet #1725890

Katri found her boxes and bags stacked neatly on the bed she would call her own for the next school year. She tore open one of them, sifting through the contents until she found her uniform. "Aha!" She exclaimed. She turned back, and saw Dana was still lingering near the door. "Come in, silly. Want to see if our new roomies have anything interesting?" Katri moved to open the zipper on a bag that lay on her neighbor's bed, but stopped. The dogs had a good sense of smell, and that had almost been her undoing with more than one of her practical jokes last year. Her pranks towards werewolves always had to be carefully planned. "Well, I suppose I should get changed first. I don't want to press my luck with the teachers."

She pulled her shirt off without inhibition and started to pull the somewhat wrinkly garment over her shoulders. "You might here some bad things about me." Her voice was muffled by the clothing in her face. "And some of the stories will be true. You can trust me though. I don't mean any permanent harm on people." As she pulled her head out and shook her hair free of the shirt she smiled at Dana. "For the most part."

When she was dressed she shoved her discarded clothes into the corner of the room before beginning a search of the room. "One thing I always do in a new place is make sure I know everything about it. The room is really similar to my dorm last year, but you never know what surprises you might find." She explained to the human girl as she pulled open empty drawers and glanced into the bathroom and closets. Soon enough the werewolves wouldn't be able to tell where her scent hadn't been. Looking out the window, she saw it would be quite a drop to the ground, but the building was made of old stone and it had lots of handholds. She had climbed down the walls to escape an isolation class she had been sentenced to last year. She couldn't remember the reason for the punishment, which made it quite useless, but the classroom full of werewolves had been utterly unimpressive to her. Dirty looks, and bared teeth, but no action until the teacher had been called away. Then, a few of the more vicious ones had turned on her. She knew that she wouldn't come to harm, but her pranks had bothered several of them and it was perilously close to a full moon. So, before one of the furbags could grab her she had slipped out the classroom window with her school bag on her back, and climbed down the ivy covered stone wall. She smiled to herself at the memory. Of course, she had earned two extra days of isolation because of the escape, but it had been fun!

Satisfied her investigation had brought out of the ordinary to her attention, and that the werewolves would be unable to tell where she had not been, she went back to her bed, pushing the boxes and bags to the ground in one heap before dropping onto it with a self indulgent sigh.