The scream, when it came, was about to spur Leo into action. There was never a moment to waste when a lady was in trouble, though he had to ball his fists and bite his tongue when the brigade of students already making their way to the sound swooped past their doorway, and made him inhale sharply in surprise, before staggering back with a hand in his hair. So many people, it was almost like a stampede. Overwhelming.
He shook his head, and decided he most probably wasn't going to get involved with it this time. There were plenty of people to frighten themselves over it. It wasn't that he was cowardly, it must have been the case of the girl tripping and falling and hurting herself on the stairs, maybe twisting an ankle, tearing a ligament or whatnot. It would be easily tended to be a nurse if she was quickly escorted to one.
As a new student, however, an injury as had occurred was nowhere in his immediate line of thought of what had happened, as he shrugged it off and chose to hang in the doorway, watching as his new roommate silently went off towards the scream as well. He wasn't one to ask someone who was clearly focused on something many questions. He brushed it aside. It wasn't of insane importance. Though the hallways were now eerily quiet, since most of the hotblooded inhabitants had left to check out where the scream came from, and only a handful remained behind.
Leo was one of them.
And as of the moment, the only person who had absolutely nothing to do with the scene of the crime.
Absolutely. Nothing. He didn't even go to that place before, or do anything that might have caused a panic.
[i]...right? [/i]

Regardless, he picked up his novel again and chose to wolf down the last couple of pages before he reached the end of a chapter, it was a mystery-thriller, Dan Brown kind of novel. The kind that can get really engrossing, but the more time you stay away from it, the more delicious unwrapping the story becomes. He was sat in a comfortable, cushiony armchair in the room, one of two on either end of an end-table with a reading lamp on it, and almost missed the sounds of hurried chatter that passed by his door again. His roommate was soon to return, though it wasn't lights out yet, but the evening was drawing pretty late. He'd at least make an effort to go meet the neighbours.
For the moment, however, his roommate's return was of a priority.
And so the crisp crinkling of pages continued, clear blue eyes absorbing every last inked word.