Carrying her bags, Sally walked into a big room full of chairs and a TV. She slowly dragged her feet to the nearest chair, her eyes as heavy as a set of weights. She dropped her bag next to the chair, ignoring the soft thump it made. She slumped down on the chair and looked around herself. There was several paintings, persumably of important students and teachers. She noticed a small mouse scurrying across the room, but she was distracted by the sky outside the window, reminding her of the joys of flying. She let out a huge yawn, not bothering to cover her mouth, and lay down to stare at the window for a bit more. Another yawn shortly followed. It was a long day for her: she had to get here all the way from her mansion back at Britain. Her eyelids lowered slowly, and she finally noticed how much like a bed the chair is. "Well, I guess I'm finally here." She whispered softly.