“Liiiiiibrary? Probably? Unless someone has a better idea.”

"When people die the school doesn't turn their rooms into more space for their neighbors till the next time the floors rotate down, so there's certainly some room available for naps during the day - they'll be stripped of, like, blankets, but usually the mattresses aren't worth taking and you can supply your own sheets and stuff."

“How charming. With luck I will have to relocate to the library or something the next time the floors rotate down but for now that will certainly do.”

"Nobody on my hall has died this term yet..."

"Boy in my lab had an accident but I do not know his number."

"I'll put up a sign." English and Chinese both, of course - "Kareen, how do you want to spell your name in Chinese?" - Kareen needs a vacant room to nap in during the day.

“咔认, aaaaand there’s already a specific spelling of my surname but I don’t remember what it is, I’m going to have to ask Dad about that.”

Bella adds the chosen spelling. "That's fine, they'll figure it out."

El drifts over presently. "Girl on my hall is dead."

“What was her name?”

"Luisa."

Kareen grabs another fresh notebook and writes this down. “Thanks. I don’t know if you read the whole pamphlet but I have a power called The Rescuer—anything you can remember about her would be helpful.”

"She didn't know she was a wizard till she got inducted. That happens sometimes if somebody can't come at the last minute, gained an ounce or got eaten too close to induction for their folks to sell their slot, but she made it to junior year anyhow before she got offed."

Kareen scribbles that down. “Thanks. Room number?”

El gives it.

“Thank you—oh, I don’t think I had clothes, last time you were here—”

"Cheers." She takes a couple outfits.

“Enjoy. And seriously, thank you for everything.”

She smiles and then runs away from this terrifying occurrence.

What a neat person. Kareen likes her.

“So I’ll probably head there when the cafeteria closes, do some experiments and take a nap,” she tells Nia.

Nia has written the number on her hand. "I shall see you there."

“Wonderful.” She pulls more Stuff out of her bag.

Off traipses Nia.

"I can find the hall for you when you're ready, the numbering system's pretty arcane."

“Oh, thanks. I’m sure I could figure it out but that’ll be faster. Are you just planning to hang around indefinitely? That’s not a complaint, especially given Time Enough For Love, but, you know, for planning purposes.”