Your room

You head to the X on the map, and find a dorm setup, just like when you went to boarding school. There are two beds in the room, and you see that someone has already claimed one. Your bags have arrived already. Mr. Thornton must have had them sent up. You feel a minor pang of annoyance that you didn't get to choose your own room. However, that quickly passes when your roommate walks in.

"Hello," she says, and extends a perfectly manicured hand. "My name is Beatrice. You must be Alicia. Please, call me Bee."

"How do you know who I am?" you ask, shaking her soft hand. She is beautiful. Her blond hair is short, and her wings silver. She has more curves than you could ever hope for. Her clothing looks expensive.

"Our parents are friends," Bee says. "They asked for us to share a room. Didn't they tell you?"

"My parents never tell me anything," you say, too shocked to be polite.

Bee seems to pause, unsure what to say to that, but recovers quickly. "Well I am sure we will be best of friends," she says. "We can share all of our secrets, and help each other find wonderful mates. Anyways, it's almost dinner time. We need to get to the cafeteria to hear the speech."