After weaving through the quiet hallways, the group finally entered Sheila's dorm. The moment the door swung open, a soft gasp rippled through nearly everyone. The room stretched far wider than any of them had expected, its high ceiling and warm lantern-lit walls giving the impression of a small private suite rather than a student dormitory. Plush seating lined one side, a crystal-framed window took up half the opposite wall, and a meticulously arranged shelf of scrolls and trinkets hinted at Sheila's organized nature.
When Sheila had said spacious, they had assumed she meant spacious in the same way the newly assigned dorms were—comfortable, a bit wider than before, but ultimately modest. Seeing it now, it became clear her standard for space was entirely different. While it wasn't extravagantly larger, the difference was unmistakable, enough to make Dylan whistle under his breath and Max spin in a slow circle with raised brows.
