Footsteps were heard in the halls of the Entei Ruby Girl's Dorm, as Aima walked from door to door, looking at the different numbers carved on the shiny deep red tiles that were stuck to each mahogany brown door.
The carpet was a ruby red color, just like the door tiles. The floors were heated, adding even more to the effect.
The lights were a bright white, giving off no heat, since the rest of the place was warm enough already.
She came to a mahogany door, a bit larger than all the others, that had a large, oval shaped ruby on the door that was carved and painted with white lettering that read: "H.O."
"Headmaster's Office." Aima thought, remembering what Hitorii had told her.
She inserted a ruby red key into the keyhole, turning it slowly. The lock clicked, and she was in.
Inside, was a large, comfy looking bed with a mahogany wood frame that had Entei carved in it, large red pillows, and many warm-looking blankets.
The plush red carpet was soft and warm to the touch. A computer on a desk was in the corner, in front of a large window.
She brought in her suitcases, and plopped down on the soft bed, looking up at the ceiling.
She was startled to see a large, yet beautiful mosaic depicting an Entei, standing in all it's fiery glory.
"What a place..." She said, unable to take her eyes off the mosaic.
She stared at it for a long while, before getting up and emptying her suitcases, and hanging up her clothes in the large, intricate closet.
She closed the closet door, and looked around again to see a large, yet faded photograph on the wall.
In it was a man with a bright white grin, messy mahogany brown hair, and amber eyes. He looked about Hitorii's age, maybe older. He looked tall and strong with a mahogany mustache as wild and bushy as his hair.
He was wearing a silver suit that looked like it was made of metal foil, but it was obviously made for getting close to fire, for he was standing on a black lava pain somewhere on Kilauea, a large, silver helmet matching his suit tucked under his arm.
"He looks like an Entei wrapped in tin-foil." She thought to herself, smirking a bit at the picture.
"He must've been the previous headmaster of this dorm." She thought, looking upon it once more.