Room 406, later in the evening

After a day that included an absolutely bizarre Campaigning class, some studying, and then a walk in the snow that ended with a snowball fight with Jarod in front of Caritas, Isabel was looking to get warm. Sipping a hot chocolate, dressed in a warm pair of flannel pants and a cozy fleece, Annie curled up on feet, she sat on her bed and read through her notes for War Theory.

The door was open.