Room 310, Thursday evening

Lion-o was not in a good mood. He'd finally heard back from his father, who wouldn't be coming to Parents Weekend after all. Lion-o understood the reasons why, and he agreed that the long journey wouldn't be good, considering his father's poor health.

Still, he had really been looking forward to seeing his dad again, and it was hard not to let the disappointment get to him. So he couldn't resist pouting as he sat on the bed, looking at the silver bullet he'd made in class the other day. It didn't seem so cool anymore.

[Establishy, but door and post open]