Ciel sat in her chair staring at the picture in her hand. It was of her father and herself when she was younger, and she knew that she had to send Winter out the next morning down to Lycos Manor. She hadn't seen her father in a while, and she thought that maybe it was time to patch things up. She set the picture down before picking up her quill and turning it within her hand. She had papers to grade, that much was true, but she didn't feel like doing it.
She straightened in her seat and began to scratch her quill across the paper. Might as well get some stuff done while she had the free time. Merlin only knows what else could be going on around her.
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