( tongue tied and overloaded, you never notice. )

In a corner of the library, where people do not often venture, the shuffling of papers can be heard. No one is there, but upon closer inspection one will find Seilee under the table, her glowing wand tucked behind her ear and serving as her light as she scribbles on various pieces of parchment and splattering ink on her cheek and uniform.

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