Inside her study she sighed slightly as she flicked her wand a few times, drawing the curtains and then setting the boxes to unpack themselves. Books were flying onto her floor to ceiling shelves (in alphabetical order of course), her photos were lining themselves up along the mantle. It was lovely to behold... until one praticularly large volume of Defencive Magical Theory smacked her right on the head.
With a little cry she flopped to the ground. Damn. She was out cold.... the books however kept right on unpacling and going to their designated area as though choreographed to do so. Stupid, mean book knocking her out like that. |