found drama

I sneak in to grab a few things from my room.  I am not due back here for another week or so and do not want to arouse suspicion.  No one recognizes me anyway.  I turn the corner and a few folks look up but say nothing.  There is perhaps a faint glimmer of recognition but no greetings, no definite acknowledgments.  I enter my room to find it empty.  Everything that they had assigned to me is gone; only my own things remain — a stack of books and a few trinkets.  My things are lined up along the wall as if still contained on their bookshelf.  I grab a few items up into my arms (none of which I had originally come for) and try to leave the way I came.

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