Elliot watched as the harpy dashed off and shook her head. "That was mean," yet Elliot decided no to do anything about it as she looked at her paper and walked a couple of steps, and then decided to up the pace as she came closer to her room number.
She then stopped at a tall door and then the room number. "This is it." She then reaches into her bag, pulls out her key and then opens the door.
Her eyes widen. Her room was huge, it had a gothic punk look to her room, with hidden small spaces to make herself cozy. One side of the room had a small place to garden and a nice tall tea table to have her afternoon tea.
She rushes over to the bed and plops down her back.
When she turns around, Elliot throws two small pins for Jala to catch. "Give one to the harpy girl for me when you get the chance."

She then takes on a firm stance and has fire burning in her eyes. "Ready to fight?"
[A.V.]
Yes. And this is a wrap! *ack! lame ending*