> We HAVE been waiting for our tea. I mean, it's been like a minute.
> Oh, she meant magic. Let's wait for it, bleed all over her furniture. That'll teach 'em.
> Huh, thoughts are getting a tad strange. Probably due to the loss of blood.
> How dare tea take longer than a minute to be ready. You stand there and will yourself to bleed more. Fortunately, you don't have to work very hard at this. As your mind wanders, the sounds of wheels get closer and closer. From behind a bookshelf a girl rolls in on a book cart, dressed smartly in a black jumper and white blouse. This redheaded girl is Patchouli's demon familiar, you think. Patchouli sighs and takes a book in her lap.
> "Koakuma, I'm going to be busy for a few hours. I want you to finish re-organizing the shelves in alcove A, and bring me a book about paper restoration. You're also in charge of Flan for the rest of the night."
> Koakuma's eager smile disappears from her face. "Yes, maa'aaam."
> She takes one look at you and makes a low "ohhh" sound.
> "While you're at it..." Patchouli adds, "Get the red-white to a bath, find her something clean to wear and do something about those wounds. I don't want her bleeding all over the books, and I certainly don't want Flan catching wind of her. Alice, you feel free to get comfortable, too."
> "Mhm." Alice is wandering off towards the kitchen.
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