Ivy's POV
"It's fine, don't worry about it." My mom smiled reassuringly at the flustered administrator. "Everyone forgets things occasionally." We shared a light laugh while waiting for Mrs. Zephyr to compose herself.
The older woman relaxed slightly, joining our laughter with a sheepish chuckle. "Some days are just like that, aren't they?" She clicked through several screens on her computer before suddenly remembering something. "Oh! I completely forgot to give you this." She handed me a sheet of paper. "This contains everything you'll need for your dorm—bedding, sheets, and those everyday items we all take for granted."
I accepted the paper with a nod, listening attentively.
"If you flip it over," she continued, "you'll find Alpha Rober's recommended list of items that Alpha students should bring to ensure they're properly... recognized."
