[@Plank Sinatra][@Write][@Crimmy][@Ayazi]

Beacon Academy-Vignoble Dorm-[color=0072bc][b]Beryl Harken[/b][/color]

Jericho's protest just earned him an amused smile from the otter Faunus. Then, continuing in her self appointed duties as hostess, she led the way into the dorm. It wouldn't do to clog up the hall after all.

Lasai followed her in, crossing her arms as her eyes scanned the room like high powered radar. She may not have been around as much as a mother should be but hordes of Grim wouldn't keep her from acting the part whenever possible.

The room was as clean as could be expected of a quartet of teenagers expecting a parental inspection. It wasn't hard in Beryl's case. A few weeks wasn't enough time to accumulate much more than she had brought with her. There were a couple romance novels on the stand by her bed. Labels on the spines indicating that they belonged to the school library. Aside from that and a personal pillow there wasn't a whole lot of personality to the young Huntress's section of the room.

Beryl fidgeted nervously as her adoptive mother peered about the room. It went on for quite a bit longer than it needed to in her opinion. 

[color=f7941d]"Alright. I'll give you a pass."[/color] Lasai finally said. She took a few steps a plopped down on Beryl's bed, leaning back and supporting her weight with one hand. [color=f7941d]"I was kind of expecting an ocean of blue junk to come spilling out when the door opened."[/color]