Rushing toward her dorm room: no. 27, she entered her room and slammed the door behind her; hyperventilating from the hordes of students she had to go through just for a room at the second floor. She grabbed the noose of her tie and loosened it a little, giving her throat airway. She slung her luggage to her bed and zipped it open, pulling out multiple objects and articles of clothing for further organization of her new room.
In some odd circumstance, a lightbulb shortened in her room, leaving on side of the dorm while the other is dark. With a stepping stool for support, she held onto the shortened lightbulb; and sparks omitted from her fingertips- the lightbulb functioning once again. Being a newly discovered Electric Dragon, it was nifty for her to use her powers to function through life's obstacles- like the lightbulb, for example. But using it for other purposes would be a scathe occurrence; since lighting is the destructive element if tampered violently.
She searched for a crumpled-up piece of paper inside one of her skirt pockets, and opened it to see her first class of the evening.
Dragon Anatomy: room 310.
Sounds interesting enough. So she stepped out of her dorm and took a slow stride towards her class.