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Upon the rising of the sun, Pozlaceny lay dead asleep in her small chambers. The room was askew with papers and books, pens and spilled ink, crumpled ideas and clothes. And laying amidst the mess was Pozlaceny on her bed, a bottle of ale in hands reach on the floor. Completely unknown to her, the young students had already begun their chores. When Pozlaceny who was assigned to set up the rest of the tables didn’t arrive, a small Graceling summoned up the courage to wake up the sleeping beast. He knocked on the door once, twice, and finally a third time before entering. Aghast of the horrible mess, the Graceling shook his head, somewhat not surprised Pozlaceny was still sleeping and went to wake her with a poke. She did not wake upon the touch and only until the Graceling was jumping on her bed screaming on the top of his lungs did Pozlaceny rouse grumpily. She yawned, cursed, stretched, cursed, and shooed the boy out of her room for her to get ready.
She was not surprised of the wake up call; she got one every morning, and didn’t seem to care. She stood, looking around the catastrophe about her room before she waved her hand. The many papers rustled about, floating about the room in stacks. Pens found their place in their desk, and books back on the shelves. Clothes threw themselves in the closet and her bed straightened itself until Pozlaceny wiggled her fingers and the room was complete.

The table would be an easy manner. She took a large inhale before raising her arm. While the tables were usually set by hand, Pozlaceny made use of her Grace and placed the table cloth, spoons, forks, plates, napkins, and bowls until the table was done.
“Next time, wake up earlier so we don’t have to wait for you to set the table,” Ren chastised, his usual cheery demeanor chirping with delight upon seeing his senior. He smiled widely, his eyes crinkling behind his bifocals as he stopped in front of her, chuckling as he said this. The seventeen year old was always happy to see her, much to her dislike, and seemed to have something to say for everything she did. Pozlaceny put a hand on her hip, tilting her head as she spoke in her husky voice, “Late to sleep, late to rise, pup. I can’t just wake up early after having gone to bed at two in the morning. Besides, I get the job done. Who are you to be so stern, my mother?” she joked in a non joking tone. She tapped him on the head, passing him by as she grabbed a muffin and left for the library, her sanctuary. She exited the dining hall, passing the large double doors before noticing a carriage in the front.
Ah, right. The royal twins’ arrival marked today's calendar. She eyed them for a bit with her own bicolored eyes, which were not out of place in a place like this, before licking her lips. “They’re so small, Libitina! I mean look at them, the male one is so tiny! Make sure to feed them later, they look like they could eat each other!” She yelled from the doors, looking at the blonde twins rather nervously. She never did well with children and looking at the twins brought a certain uneasiness about her. She glanced about them a bit longer before disappearing from the doorway and down the halls to the library. Her boots made a lonely echo down the halls, as no one entered the library so early in the morning . Her fur trimmed jacket warmed her pale skin as she opened the doors to the library. It seemed someone left the window open and there was a cold draft lingering about. She closed the window eagerly and turned to begin cataloguing the books.