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Jules was sick of law. She'd been revising for tomorrows test for hurs now, and she could feel her eyes drooping and all her willpower steadily draining away. Sighing, she slammed the huge tome she was reading shut, pulling it under her arm, reached out to click her nternet off and scraped her chair back, the screech it made across the floor almost unbearable. It made her skin crawl, like nails on a blackboard, only worse. She shuddered, her nose wrinkling in distaste, and started making her way over to get some coffee.
There was a group of giggling freshmen over by the counter, discussing some trivial bit of gossip or supposed drama. Life must be so exciting as a freshman, she thought scathingly, Little brats. Just wait, then you'll know the meaning of hard work...
Luckily, they were easily scattered with a hard glare and flick of the eyebrows. The younger ones' attitudes were getting better at least. Some respect.
She lounged against the counter, slamming the book on the top and resting her elbows on it, leaning right over and waiting for someone to serve her. The hustle and bustle of the cafe was pounding away in her ears, heralding the start of a killer headache. It was not, suffice to say, the best mood she'd been in all week. And it was possibly getting worse by the minute.
Geez, my muse has completely died...
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