Room 322, Tuesday Evening

Anders was a man inspired tonight. Bob's class had put him in mind of the perfect words for his manifesto, the exact right way to explain the wrongs mages had suffered, and he needed to get them on paper before he lost track of them again. He sat on his bed with a dictionary and thesaurus close at hand, scribbling busily away.

[OOC: Cracked door,open post!]