Clara cautiously made her way into the Professor's lounge, feeling the way forward with her toes as she couldn't see the floor past her armful of paperwork. She had to catch up on her planning before the school term started and she was starting to get stressed out.

She kept thinking that she might need another night out with Nors and Alcy, but really, Clara knew that would only make her fall further behind in her work and make her more stressed. Even though it was very highly tempting.

Clara felt her way like a blind man to her work station - a cluttered desk on the far side of the room, away from the fireplace and beside an open window. She set down the pile of parchment and her sense of relief was immediately replaced with frustration as the breeze from the window swamped her desk and sent a bunch of papers flying.

Clara growled and shut the window with a slam. Trying to find space on her desk, she emptied most of it by sweeping an arm over it and pushing the debris onto the ground. She was making a huge mess, but she couldn't care less. Stressed Clara was not a good Clara.