Marissa Toladaeri was having a bad day. In the very early hours of the morning she had woken up from a terrible dream. She had been at the Battle of Mount Badon, where historically King Arthur defeated the Saxons, except this time King Arthur got wounded and then Mordred appeared and chased after her with a big axe. She had woken up with her sheet all tangled around her and after that there had been no getting back to sleep.
She whiled away the hours before dawn by making lists of all the work she had to do. Marissa was in the process of reorganizing the library and wanted to have most of the work completed before midterms began. It wouldn’t do to have a messy library when the students were trying to study. On the one hand, the project was exhilarating and made Marissa wish there were more hours in the day she could devote to it. On the other hand it was grueling work that required both forethought and monotony.
It had taken two cups of early morning coffee to get her up and ready for Study Hall that day. She was shuffling the papers on her desk angrily as the students walked in to the large study room in the Reference Centre – this afternoon guaranteed a headache.
As soon as most of the students had settled down Marissa stood up and transferred her glare from the papers to the children. “Right. Welcome to Study Hall. I’d like to remind you all that this is a library and hence I expect you all to do your work quietly without disrupting anyone.” She paused to make eye contact with a few known troublemakers. “If you wish to you may study outside this room in small groups, but if there are any problems with this arrangement you will be brought back here for the remainder of the period.”
Marissa sat back down without another word and began her work again. As the students shuffled around she raised one ink-stained finger and activated a small bubble-making device. A variety of multi-colored bubbles floated about in the room, popping softly every now and then. For some reason, even as a child, watching bubbles had always calmed her down and helped her focus. There was much work to do. Hopefully most of the students would clear out and leave her in peace with her bubbles.
OOC: All right, everyone! If you’re going to get up to any mischief make sure you do it out of Marissa’s sight! Remember – each post needs to be at least 200 words long and you should mention your character’s house next to their name. For example, Arthur Pendragon, [Cetus]. Happy posting!
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