WILLA
After hours of sweeping, scrubbing, dusting, and hauling out dusty old boxes, the room finally felt somewhat livable.
It was noticeably smaller than our old one.
The walls were a plain, dingy off-white, still marked with stubborn scuff marks that refused to come off no matter how hard we scrubbed.
"We are changing that colour on the wall ASAP," Verah declared, wrinkling her nose. "It looks like we're in a prison cell."
I nodded absentmindedly, staring at the single large rectangular window. It let in decent natural light, but the view was nothing special — just the neighbouring dorm wing instead of the sweeping academy grounds we used to have.
We'd hung simple white curtains we found in a supply closet to soften the harsh glare.
On opposite sides of the room stood two standard XL twin beds with basic metal frames. We'd topped them with the academy-issued mattresses and added our own bedding — crisp white sheets with soft grey and blue accents.
