Tenth Circle Academy, like many others, has a common room for teachers and students alike to relax in. It appears to follow a mid 1800s decor and is usually kept very warm.
"Such an olden day style decor , but I better be silent." She mumbled before sprawling out on the couch , a small flask im her hand filled with lava from the mini hell fire that sat in the middle of the room. "Frankly , it is time to relax here, my forged note appears to be convincing enough , so no teacher can shoo me back to class." She looked around, admiring the scenery before taking a sip of the liquid thats held inside her flask.