it was late at night, and you found yourself at the office again. You’ve been working nonstop for the past few days now, but a hyperfixation on your research specialty has led you down a rabbit hole of info that keep the adrenaline going, with the help of an unhealthy amount of caffeine, of course. The blue light burned your eyes as you clicked away at the keys tirelessly. However, despite the clock reading 4:31 am, you heard a distinct sound-the knock of aged knuckles on the hard wood of your door, an impatient tune that could only be traced to Professor Magnolia. Despite your unwillingness to get up and open it, she enters anyway.

”and just what in the bloody hell do you think you’re doin here before the sun hasn’t even rose?”

she said, her British-old-lady accent as prevelant as her annoyance, although concern lay deep in her words.