Cliffs weren't really Diana's style. She could hurt people, make them practically feel like they'd been shot through the heart and she was to blame. But it wasn't her fault. She never did it on purpose, anyway.

(Maybe she did give love a bad name...)

At any rate, holding on to Stefan's hand, she wound through the streets, trying to figure out a circuitous route, to better avoid any of the other girls from the hostile seeing the two of them. Not that they would bust her to the matron, but the fewer people involved, the better.

The facade of the building was ancient and imposing. Heavy brick, with small, dingy windows. Fortunately, Diana's room was around the back, so she led Stefan that way, before pointing up. "The third floor window on the far left. Do you see it?"