Mel glanced over the messy student council room, and the six
The brooms' wooden rods swung in agitation as they cleaned the room. Master's promise of chaos and destruction was yet to be delivered, so how dare she 'relegate' them as if they were mere 'brooms'?!
Flashing an apologetic smile to her summons, Mel picked up the documents on the ground, recalling her internship in her original world as she sorted them out.
A few more documents neatly placed, a few more floors swept with rustling sweeps, and Mel's ears picked up on someone shuffling at the sofa.
"Oh." She chuckled as she turned, placing the last stack of papers on the desk. "How's the sleep, Miss Liora?"
The Student Council President's eyes blinked awake, her elf ears twitching at the intruder's tender voice.
