Puck set his suitcase down on the bed, and exhaled heavily. His luggage appeared small, so anyone watching would assume the young man was out of shape. On the contrary, phookas are very strong for their usually small size, and the diminutive suitcase held more than met the eye. He had acquired it half a century ago, from a magician in London, and it could hold up to 12 times it's outside size. Unlike most extra-storage devices, however, this one doesn't remove any of the weight, making it rather hard to move.
Puck recovered his breath somewhat, and looked around his room. He hadn't seen any sign of his roommate yet, so had taken the liberty of claiming the room by the hall. He enjoyed sleeping late in the morning, and large windows let in too much light. As you enter the room, immediately to your right is a large oak bookcase, empty but for a few textbooks, presumably left by the previous occupant. Nearby, also on the right wall, is a light green couch, serviced by a glass-topped coffee table. A small
dresser/nightstand is at the end of the wall, and adjacent to it, on the back wall, stands the bed. It is covered in a dark red cloth, almost purple, with an abstract pattern of spiderwebs or flowers, Puck wasn't sure. The mattress is thick, and the springs make only a soft creak when depressed. It virtually radiates peace and quiet.
Near the foot of the bed, an indentation leads to a walk-in closet and the shared bathroom, which the phooka urgently needed to use. The bathroom was spacious and bright, even though it lacked windows and an obvious light source, and the beige tiled floor almost shone with cleanliness. Puck assumed this was the brownies at work, and hoped they would stay away while he did his business.
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When he finished unpacking, Puck headed across the grounds in search of something to eat. It had been several hours since his light breakfast, and while he wasn't famished, a small rumble could be heard in his stomach.
Puck is in the garden, on his way towards the main building.