Amora was bored.

Her fingers itched as she languidly scaled the steps up to the corridor. She had been sleeping, like a bear in hibernation, for weeks, only forcing herself to get out of bed to go to class. For some reason she didn't feel like eating, or walking, or even drumming. But this morning Ames had woken up very suddenly from her lackadaisical slumber and decided to go outside.

Too bad it was raining.

Not that Ames didn't mind the rain, but she did mind the cold. And it was only four degrees shy of snowing. Amora loved the outdoors, and even though she was newly energized, she wasn't feeling that adventurous today.

She was stuck. The indoors offered nothing by ways of entertainment. Amora had spent the last few hours wandering the halls deciding what to do. She didn't feel like sitting still at all so the library and dining hall were nixed. This left... the hallways and abandoned classrooms.

Amora stopped at the top of the stairwell, and sat up on the guardrail that prevented students from jumping off the second corridor to the first. She took out the drumsticks in her hair, and let her black locks tumble down onto her shoulders.

Her old friends found the groove in her palms and she began to twirl them around. Looking up, she noticed a teacher staring at her as he stood in the doorway of one of his rooms. The adult's expression was priceless, somewhere bordering between annoyance and nervousness. Ames felt the corners of her lips from a smile.

She tapped the drumsticks on her lap in a little pattern. The teacher began to twitch. 10 points, Amora thought to herself. Maybe if I can make the teacher come over here it will be 50 points. She began drumming on the guardrail.

There are always ways to amuse oneself.