Room 512, Saturday Morning

Edward wasn't scaling up the dorms. He wasn't that bloody ill-prepared. What he was, though, was bored - bored enough to try and see just how difficult it would be, scaling up the building. Or getting out of it. It was a fairly tall building and if it caught fire--

It'd be nice to know another way out.

So he'd climbed into the window and was now sat perched on the windowsill, glancing down, occasionally trying a ledge with his foot while the lizard part of his mind tried to make out a path that wouldn't end in certain disaster.

Just another old day in the dorms.

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