Of all the days to be a wizard and not some roided-out vampire, today was making Tilly question her convictions more than most. She had so much stuff in that little dorm room that she’d been moving out for weeks now, and she felt like she’d barely scratched the surface. She wanted to hire some super-strong movers to do it for her, but her budget was already pretty tight. She could barely afford the rent on this place as is. She could have enchanted a bracelet of super strength or something, but doing that takes like a whole day, and she didn’t think it’d be worth it.
She was wrong, of course.
As she hauled the twelfth cardboard box full of books into her room, she muscled through the door, and sighed with exasperation as the bottom of the box broke, spilling books everywhere.
”Thunderation!” Tilly cried, hurling the now-empty box across the room in frustration. She flopped onto her mattress, which she hadn’t yet carried up the makeshift stairs to her little bed area. She wasn’t really sure how she could even do that alone. This apartment was beyond tiny, consisting of just a kitchen, a bathroom, and a small living area for a table. The “Bedroom” was something like a loft, a king-sized sleeping cubby that was bolted to the ceiling above the kitchen, with just enough room to crouch once you’d brought up the bed, using those stairs that doubled as bookshelves and cupboards to access it. She’d managed to squeeze a small futon against the far wall, but it was stuck behind the table like a restaurant booth. Every inch of available wall was used for her bookcases and shelves, and her very spartan kitchenette already had more alchemy supplies than cooking supplies crammed into its meager storage space.
And she wasn’t even halfway done yet.
It was cozy, to say the least. She wanted to try some spatial expansion charms, like they had at the library Shiro showed her. Her little bed coffin was not gonna work. Plus she still had, like, six totes of books left. She rolled over on the barren mattress, sighing deeply, and scooped up a few of the books into her arms, beginning to clean up her mess.
She was wrong, of course.
As she hauled the twelfth cardboard box full of books into her room, she muscled through the door, and sighed with exasperation as the bottom of the box broke, spilling books everywhere.
”Thunderation!” Tilly cried, hurling the now-empty box across the room in frustration. She flopped onto her mattress, which she hadn’t yet carried up the makeshift stairs to her little bed area. She wasn’t really sure how she could even do that alone. This apartment was beyond tiny, consisting of just a kitchen, a bathroom, and a small living area for a table. The “Bedroom” was something like a loft, a king-sized sleeping cubby that was bolted to the ceiling above the kitchen, with just enough room to crouch once you’d brought up the bed, using those stairs that doubled as bookshelves and cupboards to access it. She’d managed to squeeze a small futon against the far wall, but it was stuck behind the table like a restaurant booth. Every inch of available wall was used for her bookcases and shelves, and her very spartan kitchenette already had more alchemy supplies than cooking supplies crammed into its meager storage space.
And she wasn’t even halfway done yet.
It was cozy, to say the least. She wanted to try some spatial expansion charms, like they had at the library Shiro showed her. Her little bed coffin was not gonna work. Plus she still had, like, six totes of books left. She rolled over on the barren mattress, sighing deeply, and scooped up a few of the books into her arms, beginning to clean up her mess.
