He walked into his room, closed the door and flopped onto his bed.

Trism was gone, sent home. Fiyero was well fed, and Geoffrey was probably also well-fed.

And he was in his room, pondering the thought of what he was going to do tomorrow that didn't involve class or coming back to his room. He was also wondering about what Amber had been upset over, what people seemed to think about Trism and himself, and... well, what might air on the radio tonight, considering.

Mostly, though, he was missing the other boy. Despite the fact that the room was a perfectly reasonable temperature, he felt cold and uncomfortable. After a few minutes, Liir decided to pull the Witch's cloak from his bag and wrap it around himself. Then, sighing with irritation, he pulled one of his books from the bookshelf and started reading in the hopes of falling asleep.

[door closed, post open]