Or... - you could make Casey's plan work.

"I wish Casey gets what she wants." you try.

Immediately, Professor O'Neell's stern attitude changes. Instead of staring daggers at you, he is now locking his gaze on Casey. The tip of his tongue is playing with his teeth and a drop of sweat appears on his dome.

Casey opens a second button of her fur coat, now displaying bra straps and most of her cleavage. "Doctor O'Neell, we Wentworths get what we want." she sneers, now once again a superior bitch who leaves no doubt who will win this power play.

O'Neell's hungry eyes leave her, and glance back to you. "I'm inclined to grant your request, but there is still not enough room." he states carefully. His eyes are now pleading with the other guy who probably has been in this class the whole last week, and who applied for it months ago. While you, on the other hand, don't even know what Casey's whole stick with changing majors is even about.

You have pity on him: "I wish this guy had a spot in this class."

Space around you blurs a bit, and your whole row of tables shifts to the let. Your pink table has become a bit larger, and white sprinkles are expanding on its pink surface. The lanky guy moves into your row now. His hair and clothes are slowly turning teal until he stands behind you.

"Shift a bit, will you?" he says, and you notice how your chair has enlarged into a small bench. You make room for him and the guy takes a seat right next to you. The white-sprinkled parts of the table and the seat are turning teal now. Even the colors are now telling you that you are sharing your pink-and-teal furniture with him. He leans across the table to adress Casey.

"Thanks Casey, that was impressively done. Also thanks for sharing, um..."

You blush, involuntarily. "I'm John... no, I'm Emcey Doe."

Sitting hips-to-hips next to you, he awkwardly offers you his hand to shake it. "Cool, nice to meetcha. Ayaddeen Muhhamad Rashid."

"Ahem." The professor has now begun his lecture. "I trust that you have by now read chapters 12-14 in the course book, which as I mentioned last time, will be in the exam in three weeks. We're now turning towards the means and purposes of Non-Governmental Organizations on the international level, or in short, INGO's. Naturally, this will also be in the..."

O'Neell was right. This is dry and boring stuff, and it takes you a few minutes to see that most other students are either combatting sleep or furiously taking notes. The later group includes Ashley and Ayaddeen, who has already a small binder full of notes in front of him. You wonder if you can borrow it later. Or should you ask Ashley?

But first, you want to find out what Casey's game is. While the professor drones on, you study the empty, pink forms for changing majors, that Casey has thrust into your hands less than an hour ago. Glancing at her and Ashley, you can already guess: The alpha-bitch wants you to change all your courses, so that you three girls are going to share not just your room, but also every last class.