Chapter 21

• The autumn storm swept across campus, robbing the trees of their last golden autumn leaves. The wind has blown a hole in the roof of my house, and I'm not sure what to do about it. The afternoon was winding down, but most people were still in their lectures or waiting patiently in the library for the rain to stop, so the corridors of my dorm hall were thankfully quiet.
• When I opened the door to my bedroom, Henrietta was polite enough not to ask what happened to the smashed bathroom door that lay in fragments across the carpeted floor. She stepped inside my bedroom and looked around my room with its music posters, photos and silly little mementos I had collected during my time here.
• Henrietta smiled as she examined each tiny piece, saying, "This is lovely."