"Sigh… how is there so much dust?"
Norah was sweeping the floor of the second-floor entrance of the Academy's library. Such a dull activity was enough to get her to yawn in boredom for the entire evening
However, the task was proving to be challenging, as it seemed that suddenly that entrance was getting popular. The number of students going in and out from there was abruptly increasing, but, whenever someone entered the library, they never cared to wipe the dirt off their shoes.
"Again…" she swept when the door opened. Then… "Again…" a vein was about to pop.
The trail of dust and crushed leaves were making Norah frown each time a bit more. Her forehead was already all crumbled.
"Again!"
The two young men who dared to enter the library were shocked by the angry shout.
"So… sorry, Norah."
