#margot wright

Ezra had spent his Thanksgiving break blissfully alone on an empty campus.  After day three, the bliss had ebbed into a feeling slightly more cavernous, something he was hesitant to title as loneliness.  There was a small feeling of relief when his peers had started returning to campus in droves , though he expected that would end soon enough.  When the blonde had knocked on his door, the ease was slightly more palpable.  He leaned against the door of his minuscule single.  “Look what the cat dragged in,” Ezra smiled.  “Looks like you survived turkey day no worse for the wear.”  The door was knocked open by Ezra’s booted toe.  “What can I do you for?”