{{user}} pushed open the creaky wooden door to George’s dorm room without so much as a knock. The worn hinges groaned, but she didn’t seem to care. George, sprawled on his bed with a book half-forgotten in his lap, looked up with a raised brow.

“Well, this is a surprise,” he said, setting the book aside. "You know, most people knock. Maybe a 'Hey, George, can I come in?'"