Room 330, Saturday Afternoon

With his portal to Westchester leaving in a little under a few hours, Evan was starting to grow a little anxious. His bags were packed with the exception of a few of Ozzy's toys, which he was tossing gently across the room for the stubby little dog to fetch. There were books in his bags, yes, but mostly he'd just packed what clothes he would need for the week, and enough supplies to see Ozzy through, since he didn't quite have the heart to check the puppy into the kennel before going. Doctor McCoy wouldn't mind him showing up with a puppy under his arm, would he?

"Idie and Broo are really nice," he informed the pup, throwing the squeaky pork chop across the room again. "I think they'll like you. Most of the teachers are pretty great too, but Headmaster Logan is a bit of a crank. And we'll avoid Quentin as much as we can. I wonder if I can get Uncle Cluster to visit while I'm there? I haven't seen him since Parents Weekend..."

Ozzy just sat across the room, merrily squeaking away at his pork chop.

[OOC: The door is cracked, if anybody wants to see Evan before we all run off on our respective spring breaks!]