Assistant Professor Sympinke Hexavalent's office was typically and impeccably organized. Everything had a filing system, and what could not be filed away because of an extraordinarily miscellaneous nature made up a (very) small stack of papers on her desk.
Unfortunately, she was a better manager of order out of the potential chaos of paperwork than she was of life. Lately the gnome had been beset by a number of interruptions - the fact that she had no control over these intrusions made her less than pleasant company to be around. She tried her best to keep her personal issues out of the classroom, however.
Sympinke was so distracted that the research notes she'd been working on, in preparation to submit to the Dean, had been delayed. Perhaps it was for the best, as the warlock did not feel one hundred percent confident that the entirety of the research was sound.
The paper was titled "Proper Convergence Methods for Determining Fel Ratio to Fire for Podling Population Control" - or, as an acquaintance of hers had recently commented, "How to [expletive] Destroy Those [expletive] Creepy [expletive] Plant People ... [expletive]."
Theoretically, she should have been able to summon a minor replication of the proposed formulae without incident - but in the next moment, what should have been a handful of green fire suddenly burst forth into explosive flames, scorching the wooden desk and igniting all loose papers and other flammable materials on its surface. Sympinke watched, horrified, in slow motion as fiery orbs launched themselves from the point of initial impact, towards the bookcase, the filing cabinet, even the worn rug. The gnome practically tore her cloak off to smother out the flames, and when that didn't work, broke a personal rule and summoned her voidwalker to help. Eventually, it was all put out, but the fire and soot damage was too great, and the acrid stench of smoke was likely to call attention in no time.
Her office was completely trashed.
Fighting back the urge to throw up, Sympinke found herself grateful that she always carried a small case of paper and ink. She quickly scrawled a note that read, "Sorry for the mess. I'll send gold for repairs."
Sympinke's pale cheeks were practically glowing red from embarassment. There was no possible way she could ever show her face around the university again. She caught the sound of hurried footsteps approaching, even as her thumb rubbed over the etched rune of her hearthstone. Grabbing the voidwalker's "hand," she tugged him along.
"Come on, we gotta get the hell out of here ..."
[Transitioning Pink to an alt, stay tuned!]
((Heh.. you'll have to keep Pink in the guild now. The first thing Suzy will want to do is track her down and tell her "It's ok, accidents happen! Please come back. By the way, did you happen to collect any useful data that could be published during this incident?" :-) ))