Students swarmed the corridors of the dormitories. A mingling of voices: rowdy youths who were either catching up with their friends' summer, or striving to integrate themselves into their new environment.

Slender fingers slid the door open, as a smug visage came to view; a perfect brow arched, edges of mouth danced to a smirk.

"I'm guessing you lads didn't get any dates this summer." Charlie strut inside, sinking down to Neil's mattress with a sneer — a cigarette dangling from lips.