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"A New Professor at Brightvale University" by orlytheowl
The principal of Brightvale University, the Brown Aisha Lora Ledgum, had finally been able to sneak away from the endless meetings of how to get more applicants to the University, to do what she loved the most – reading. Over the years, she had gathered quite the library at her office. But she did not have the time to read as much as she wanted. This resulted in endless piles of books and scrolls that were currently unread.
“The only thing sadder than a bad book is an unread book” she sighed, as she picked one up and started flipping through the book.
Her office was big, and her library was an adjacent room, only separated by heavy, burgundy velvet drapes. They matched the drapes that coated the large, arched windows that were placed behind her sturdy wooden desk that faced the entrance. On the floor was a round, old but surprisingly thick and soft green rug, and the walls were covered with paintings of former and current principals and patrons of the University. The library was her favourite part of the office, as it was covered by floor-to-ceiling bookshelves all over. The floor was coated by a matching green rug as the neighbouring room.
Lora made herself comfortable. She found a stack of pillows, a blanket and a cup of tea, and sat down with a sigh.
“Finally”, she thought, with a smile on her face as she started reading.
She hadn’t even finished reading the introduction before she noticed a low knocking...
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