It was pouring down rain outside, for one - a condition she found uncomfortably close to bathing - so adventuring in the great outdoors was no longer an option. For two, the mountain of homework she had been neglecting had now piled so high that it threatened to topple. As someone who was Very Serious about Personal Safety, she felt it was in her best interest to evacuate the premises, that being her dorm. She hoped that, upon her return, she would find it had in fact been eaten by a grue*.
In the meantime, sparring practice seemed a good idea, so she sniffed around for a likely opponent. Why did it suddenly smell of.... citrus?
*In reality, it was far more likely that it would be devoured by one of her manticats. However, this writer would like to interject that 'eaten by a manticat' sounds significantly less ominous.
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HP: 30/30
Action: Roll for initiative!