Room 504, Saturday Evening

[intraspective]

Ino'd spent a handwavily quiet day and evening found her sprawled out on the floor of her room, a light blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and a pillow propping her arms up while idly reading through a book about poisonous plants.

The door was open partially and Ino eyed it while debating if it was worth the effort to go to the common room and make some hot chocolate. Mmmm.

[Open!]