The Bitch Is Back
After a week, Lacey had returned. Sure, she'd been in and out, dropping off assignments and all that. She didn't want to fall behind and be on the level of the normal idiots who went to those classes. Striding up to her dorm, Lacey reveled in the looks she got as she passed by. She was in a black miniskirt, knee high leather boots, fishnet leggings, and a blue top with a window in the back. Built to kill and everyone who saw her knew it. Lazily making her way up the stairs, she drank in every "Damn girl" and whistle and glare from jealous girlfriends, drowning every memory of why she up vanished from her mind.
Strolling into her empty room, Lacey was surprised to see that her side of it was untouched. She'd figure Ruby and Victor would have snuck some fun in on her bed, she was a bit disappointed that they apparently hadn't...or impressed by how well whoever had remade her bed had done. Clucking her tongue in disapproval at how very bookish her side looked, Lacey pulled out her wand and slowly drifted it in front of her side of her room, murmuring spells quietly. The overabundance of bookshelves shifted with the bed and the desk until everything flowed seamlessly together. The bed's frame was now a bookshelf, there was plenty of open space, flowing lines...it looked much less librarian of her. Perfect. Lacey jumped onto her bed and relaxed, sighing contentedly and pulling her hair free from its knot.











