a room of our own [charlotte+weather]
It had been a long day for Weather - teaching was a lot harder than he thought it would be, and he often ended up embarrassing himself in front of the students due to his lack of experience. It wasn't entirely bad though; everything was fun, refreshing, and new. He never thought that he'd finally be able to experience something like this...
With arms full of books and folders, he approached the door to his room, ready to take a break, and... Oh. He has to... open the door. Which was going to be a hassle with his arms as full as they are now. Letting out a sigh of exasperation, he unconsciously sent a soft gust of wind through the hallway, causing his door to slowly creek open.Â
He blinked a few times. Why... was his door open? Had someone broke in? Was he in trouble? Were they coming to take him back to prison? Panic rushed through his body, and he quickly stepped into his room, glancing around--
"A-ah!"
The sight of a woman he didn't recognise in the room he previously had to himself came as quite a shock to poor Weather, causing him to drop all of his books and folders and whatever else he had in his arms into the floor. He stood in total disbelief, wide eyed, staring. Oh god. What was going on.
"... Who... who are you...?? I-is this... Sorry, have I come into the wrong room? I'm so sorry, miss, I... ah..."
