The first observation that Sapphire made about college was that her dorm-mate was loud.

Not intentionally so, it seemed. But as the short woman - Sapphire couldn't say much here, as she was small herself - moved her things into the dorm, it was as if she couldn't help but make noises and comment over everything.

A lot of it was grunting and groaning, such as when she tried to barrel her way through the door, carrying a box almost as large as herself in her arms. Sapphire, after several long seconds of watching her new roommate fumble at the door, finally stood and helped her open it wider; and then she was off again, going back down to retrieve more of her things.

Eventually it made more sense for Sapphire to just wait at the entryway, so she sat with a book in hand, grabbing at the handle whenever she heard heard a struggle on the other side.

"Sorry for the wait," the girl choked out from behind a basket of folded laundry as Sapphire helped her again with the door. "The elevators are jam-packed, so I just took the stairs instead." As she spoke, she dropped her laundry off in her room.

Sapphire was surprised to hear about the elevators, as the girl had barely broken a sweat - their room was on the third floor. But before she could ask about it, the new arrival was already looking elsewhere.

"Yes! You brought a microwave! I forgot to pack mine, left it by accident..." The girl needlessly commented after sorting through a box of plates. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face Sapphire. When she did it resulted in another sharp inhale and a quiet "woah," neither of which Sapphire missed; as if before that moment, the new arrival hadn't even looked at her, too caught up in the move.

Sapphire put her book down and smiled through her bangs, not completely averse to the reaction. "Nice to meet you. I don't recall seeing you in the chat we set up online."

"Oh," her new roommate replied, her dark eyes darting around the room. Sapphire watched her hands clench and release a few times as she struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, I...just wasn't feeling it," she spoke more to the floor than anything; Sapphire wondered if there was more to it than that, but she didn't really want to ask.

Casting the thought aside, Sapphire shrugged instead. "Me neither, I left right away. The other two started low-key bickering; supposedly they know each other already. It didn't seem worthwhile to stay for it."

"I hope they don't get all mad at each other..." The girl said as she adjusted the band holding her hair back from her face, pulling it off and trying to tidy it up after all of the lifting she had done. "Kind of don't want to hear people yelling all the time."

Sapphire gave another small shrug; she didn't really care about what any of the roommates did. "It'll work itself out."

"I guess..." Several seconds ticked by, and Sapphire was surprised that the girl didn't resume her unpacking; and even less pleased that she instead tried to continue the conversation. "So, wait. What's your major?"

"Undecided," Sapphire answered, wondering if she'd ever be able to get back to her book. Truth be told, she didn't really know what she wanted to do, and her tarot readings had been especially cryptic as of late. "It doesn't really matter much to me," she said instead, trying to cut the conversation off.

"Oh, yeah, me too...I mean, I've got some ideas, but I'm not sure yet..." The roommate stumbled over her words, trying to find the best thing to say.

"Ruby," Sapphire said more than asked, finally revealing her hidden knowledge, "don't you have unpacking to do?"

Ruby's mouth shot open. "How'd you know m-"

Sapphire tapped her head in response. "I just know these things," she said, laughing slightly at how riled up Ruby had gotten. "I'm Sapphire, by the way."

As Ruby scrambled to get her things together, Sapphire could see the gears turning in her head: she was trying to figure out how Sapphire knew her name. She wondered if the girl was really that gullible - their rooms had each of their names posted at the doors, after all.

Just as before, Ruby's preparation was needlessly noisy: she seemed to be prone to dropping and bumping into things, as if she didn't pay attention to her surroundings.

Interested in finished her chapter peacefully, Sapphire decided to retreat back to her own room. The rooms were very small, barely fitting a small bed and a desk. It was far from comfortable, but between Ruby's noise and the eventual arrival of the other two dorm-mates, Sapphire knew it was the better choice. She could agree with Ruby on one thing: she didn't want to hear any arguing either, and the others could move in without her help. At that moment, the painfully solid surface at her back and the pages in her hand were far more welcoming.

Sapphire found that she couldn't focus on the words, however, due to Ruby's question ringing in her ears.

What did she want to get out of Beach City University? She was there because she was told to go, and it was easier to agree than to argue with her parents. Her readings had been favorable as well; it just didn't seem like a bad idea at the time. Now, she was beginning to wonder if it had been a mistake.

Rolling over and burying her head in her pillow, she decided a nap was the best way to ward off her doubt.