Room 221, Monday evening

Brooke had graduated to opening the door. Because the common room was where the ice cream was and she'd felt in desperate need of it and if she'd made it that far, well, why not leave the door open? She'd just be sitting on her bed with her ice cream. Straight from the carton, natch.

After all, it wasn't like she was going to freak out, turn into Jaina, start writing things on her mirror in lipstick and buy a gun, right? That would be crazy. In high school, you worked through the trauma.

[Door and post are open, but mainly I had to mock canon.]