Twilight found that navigating her way back to Miss Stark’s room was easier said than done. She ran into the same intern twice, who redirected her in the same direction both times. Eventually, however, she found the room once more.
She checked herself over, making sure that she was presentable and didn’t have bits of fur sticking out or stew stains- she could sometimes come out of reading sessions looking like she had rolled down a hill- and she did in fact look alright.
She rapped hesitantly on the door, hoping that this was, in fact, the right room.
“Hello? Miss Stark? Are you in there?” she called, “VINNIS made me stew, but then he left…”