Room 206, Friday Afternoon

Her lack of classes meant that Isabela was free to do other things. Like work on her stories, well, work on them more, as she'd gotten a remarkable amount done on the repressed Jedi series after class yesterday.

Today, however, she was working on something new, something she'd been turning over in her head the past week or so. She sprawled out on her bed, writing down the saga of a tall, handsome, yet hapless and somewhat naive, hero captured by a dashing pirate queen.

[Open door, open post.]