"I'm sure that you'll be in our dorm, all the others are filled up," Isadora said with absolute certainty, pushing open the red oak door to her dorm.
They all grinned widely as they spotted the trunk and guitar placed beside the unused bed, confirming their assumptions.
The area felt homier than Hilary expected, there were multi-sized posters stuck onto the once plain stone walls, and plant themed wardrobe stickers covering the dark mahogany wardrobes - including his under-utilised one.
There were even a few healthy pot plants sitting on the sills of the windows, which were tinted shamrock green so that seeing past them would be an impossible feat without the aid of magic.
The alder four-poster beds themselves were themed sage green and ivory, the tied silk drapes a richer, deeper sage. The stone flooring was also entirely blanketed by smooth bamboo carpet, which perfectly matched the colour scheme of everything else.
All in all, this dorm was aesthetic. Very aesthetic.
"You seem to know your way around colour schemes, the room is beautiful." He praised, walking towards his belongings to unpack.
"Well this is mainly all thanks to Willow, Isadora and I only added and suggested some other things," Sierra said as she proudly patted Willow's arm, the dark-haired teen laughing shyly.
Hilary nodded, before shoving his fidgeting hands deep within his robe pockets. "Is this really fine to you though? Isn't it awkward to have a boy in your dorm?"
"No sweat, we've all had boys over. Even if it wasn't allowed, plus; I think that you're cool." Isadora kindly answered, Sierra flicking her arm.
"Ow! What?"
"You weren't meant to mention that."
Isadora flicked Sierra back with the power of a thousand butterflies. "Him being cool?"
"No, about the boys."
"Hey. Is that an instrument?" Willow pointed towards the rectangular ash grey case, quickly changing the topic. Hilary nodded as he unlocked his trunk with two satisfying clicks.
"It's my guitar."
"That's so cool, hey; could you play for us?" Isadora asked, curious.
