With a flourish of her quill, Evianna finished Professor Barclay's constellation indexes. This astronomy homework had taken her the better part of an hour, but Barclay would be hard-pressed to give her anything less than an O for this work. Or at least, she hoped so. She may have mixed up a couple of the constellations, she thought, reading the page for a second time.
Of all the classes so far, Astronomy had, rather surprisingly, become one of her favorites. She loved spending nights atop the Astronomy tower, surrounded by the peaceful sounds of the Scottish highlands at night, the gentle scratching of quills against paper, and the occasional creak of a school telescope. Being somewhat of a night-owl, the lateness of the class hadn't fazed her. Her classmates, however, were another story. Some of them had almost fallen asleep at one of the most recent lectures.
On second thought, she'd definitely done some of the constellations incorrectly. She'd have to redo half of the assignment if she wanted a passing grade. With a huff, she folded her arms on the table and let her head drop. How had she managed to make such a stupid mistake?
Well, there wasn't any use in kicking herself for it, Evianna thought. She had to come up with a practical solution, and quickly. There wouldn't be any use in going up to the astronomy tower this early; plus, with weather like this, she wouldn't even be able to see the stars. She had to get back to the library and find a star chart. Quickly. Standing up, Evianna hurriedly gathered her materials and packed them into her knapsack.
As she clambered over the bench, she lost her balance and fell into the table. Her forearm hit an open inkwell, sending it toppling it over and spilling across a stack of parchment. Evianna hurried to apologize to the unfortunate owner, who was currently staring open-mouthed at the ruined sheets, quill still hovering where the inkwell had been standing just a few moments before.
Had Evianna not caused the accident, she would likely have found the scene rather amusing. However, judging by the expression on the other redhead's face, the paper Evianna had just ruined was very important. Dropping her backpack onto the cold stone floor, Evianna hurriedly opened it and pulled out a package of tissues. "I'm so, so sorry! Here, let me-" Evianna began apologetically.